1949. gada mart\u0101 no m\u016bsu klases pa\u0146\u0113ma da\u017eus cilv\u0113kus, bet 1949. gada ruden\u012b apcietin\u0101ja mammu un ielika Ventspils cietum\u0101. Janv\u0101r\u012b p\u0101rveda uz R\u012bgu, uz p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas cietumu. Ar\u012b man janv\u0101ra s\u0101kum\u0101 atn\u0101ca paka\u013c \u2013 biju skol\u0101, m\u0101c\u012bjos 11. klas\u0113. Atn\u0101ca “slavens \u010dekists” J\u0101nis Dzintars, pa\u0146\u0113ma no skolas (labi v\u0113l, ka at\u013c\u0101va aiziet uz m\u0101j\u0101m) un ielika Ventspils cietum\u0101.<\/p>\n
Teica, ka m\u0113s esam neleg\u0101li atb\u0113gu\u0161i uz m\u0101j\u0101m, un mani s\u016bt\u012b\u0161ot pie mammas. Aizs\u016bt\u012bja ar\u012b… Vispirms bija Ventspils cietums (sabiju k\u0101du ned\u0113\u013cu), tad restots vagons, ar ko aizveda l\u012bdz Maskavai. Tur ar “Melno Bertu” \u2013 uz Butirkiem, tad atkal vilciens uz Kuibi\u0161evu un p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas cietumu. Tas bija vienk\u0101r\u0161i \u0161ausm\u012bgs \u2013 vecs zirgu stallis ar l\u0101v\u0101m. Zup\u0101 peld\u0113ja k\u0101postu lapas un zivju galvas. V\u0113l\u0101k satik\u0101m citus kameras biedrus \u2013 vi\u0146i st\u0101st\u012bja, ka n\u0101kamaj\u0101 nakt\u012b p\u0113c m\u016bsu aizve\u0161anas zeki<\/em> (krimin\u0101lnoziedznieki) izlauzu\u0161i sienu un iebruku\u0161i sievie\u0161u pus\u0113: tas esot bijis \u0161ausm\u012bgi, turkl\u0101t sargi nevar\u0113ju\u0161i ar noziedzniekiem tikt gal\u0101. Paldies Dievam, mums tas g\u0101ja secen.<\/p>\n N\u0101ko\u0161ais p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas cietums bija Krasnojarsk\u0101 \u2013 liels, vecs, \u0161ausm\u012bgs. Tur biju gandr\u012bz vien\u0101 laik\u0101 ar mammu. P\u0113c tam \u2013 v\u0113l vair\u0101k uz austrumiem \u2013 Kanskas cietums, kur mani notur\u0113ja veselu m\u0113nesi vien\u0101 kamer\u0101 ar zag\u013ciem.<\/p>\n Beidzot \u2013 marta beig\u0101s \u2013 mani aizveda uz Abanas rajona Baikanas ciemu. T\u0101 bija maza s\u0101d\u017ea taig\u0101 ar vienu ielu. Mums iedeva mazu m\u0101ji\u0146u, kur\u0101 dz\u012bvoj\u0101m kop\u0101 \u010detras \u0123imenes: St\u016br\u012b\u0161i (vecs onkulis un tanti\u0146a), viena jauna meitene (ar\u012b otrreiz izs\u016bt\u012bt\u0101, Br\u012bvnieki no Ventspils un m\u0113s.<\/p>\n G\u0101ju me\u017e\u0101 v\u0101kt sve\u0137us. Mammu darb\u0101 nedzina, jo iet pa taigu ar smagu sve\u0137u spaini rok\u0101 ir \u013coti gr\u016bti. Tad v\u0113l t\u0101s bailes no l\u0101\u010diem! Es vienu l\u0101ci pat redz\u0113ju \u2013 ar mani bija saimnieka suns, un tas s\u0101ka ska\u013ci riet. Taiga ir skaista tikai maij\u0101, tad viss zied, nav odu un mo\u0161ku<\/em>, v\u0113l\u0101k “t\u012bkls” <\/em>priek\u0161\u0101 sejai, un tu nek\u0101 neredzi.<\/p>\n Ja nemaldos, ap 1947. gadu patva\u013c\u012bgi no Sib\u012brijas m\u0101j\u0101m atbrauca mamma. S\u0101ka str\u0101d\u0101t Stendes selekcijas stacij\u0101 par tehni\u0137i. Darb\u0101 vi\u0146ai veic\u0101s, un viet\u0113jie varasv\u012bri, \u013coti labi mana vect\u0113va pazi\u0146as, vis\u0101di cent\u0101s, lai mammai neb\u016btu j\u0101atgrie\u017eas Sib\u012brij\u0101. Bet atn\u0101ca Augst\u0101k\u0101s padomes Prezidija l\u0113mums, ka patva\u013c\u012bgi atb\u0113gu\u0161ajiem, j\u0101nos\u0113\u017e tr\u012bs gadi cietum\u0101. 1949. gad\u0101 mammu atkal veda prom.<\/p>\n Es Stendes pamatskol\u0101 m\u0101c\u012bjos 7. klas\u0113, biju \u013coti r\u0101tns un pat ar mieru iest\u0101ties komjaunatn\u0113, jo sav\u0101 naivum\u0101 dom\u0101ju, ka t\u0101d\u0113j\u0101di varb\u016bt var\u0113\u0161u gl\u0101bt mammu. \u013boti s\u0101p\u012bgi tas bija. Kad mammu ielika vagon\u0101, bija j\u0101raud. T\u0101 bija p\u0113d\u0113j\u0101 reize, kad es raud\u0101ju\u2026 Drausm\u012bgs skats: mana mamma \u2013 liel\u0101 noziedzniece \u2013 milicijas \u0137\u0113des un sargsu\u0146u ielenkum\u0101, aizrestots vagons, kareivji pie t\u0101…<\/p>\n Mammas arests skol\u0101 man nek\u0101das nepatik\u0161anas nerad\u012bja, ta\u010du, st\u0101joties Kandavas tehnikum\u0101, rakst\u012bju viltotu biogr\u0101fiju: nerakst\u012bju, ka esmu izs\u016bt\u012btais, bet uzrakst\u012bju, ka esmu bijis evaku\u0113ts. Tehnikum\u0101 \u010dekas p\u0101rbaudes bija katru ned\u0113\u013cu, un reizi ned\u0113\u013c\u0101 mums bija j\u0101raksta dikt\u0101ts\u2013atst\u0101st\u012bjums “Mana autobiogr\u0101fija”. Alla\u017e man kl\u0101t bija uz lapi\u0146as uzrakst\u012bt\u0101 fal\u0161\u0101 <\/em>biogr\u0101fija \u2013 p\u0113c gada jau \u0161\u012b lapi\u0146a bija nodilusi.<\/p>\n Mums bija audzin\u0101t\u0101js Stiprais. Reiz vi\u0146\u0161 ar sm\u012bni\u0146u sej\u0101 pien\u0101k man kl\u0101t un t\u0101 z\u012bm\u012bgi saka: “Tu tikai, Dieva d\u0113\u013c, neaizmirsti savu biogr\u0101fiju!” Dom\u0101ju \u2013 kas nu b\u016bs \u2013 atkal “ziepes”? Tad sapratu (v\u0113l \u0161odien man m\u0101j\u0101s glab\u0101jas aizsargu \u017eurn\u0101li) \u2013 skolot\u0101ja br\u0101lis bija Talsu aizsargu pulka \u0101rsts. T\u0101 nu Stiprais bija at\u0161ifr\u0113jis, ka es esmu komandiera Aps\u012b\u0161a\u2013Ozoli\u0146a d\u0113ls.<\/p>\n Bailes bija visu m\u016b\u017eu… Nekad nepameta… Nezinu, vai t\u0101s bija re\u0101las vai nere\u0101las bailes, bet \u012bsta dro\u0161\u012bba, ka tas nevar\u0113tu v\u0113l k\u0101dreiz notikt, nebija. T\u0101 biji nobaid\u012bts, ka tas palika visam m\u016b\u017eam. Ar\u012b atmi\u0146as ar laiku nos\u0113d\u0101s. Bet tagad, kad s\u0101k\u0101s Atmoda, atkal visu uzjund\u012bja, k\u013cuva atkal gr\u016bt\u0101k. B\u0113rnu nav… Varb\u016bt, ka tas ar\u012b bija bai\u013cu rezult\u0101t\u0101… 1949.gad\u0101 vecm\u0101mi\u0146a ar veco t\u0113vu ar\u012b bija \u013coti uztrauku\u0161ies, bij\u0101m sapakoju\u0161ies… Bet tad cilv\u0113ki jau kaut ko man\u012bja, kaut ko t\u0101 k\u0101 jau zin\u0101ja… M\u0113s bij\u0101m jau maiz\u012bti sakalt\u0113ju\u0161i, gaid\u012bj\u0101m, baid\u012bj\u0101mies, bet tas, paldies Dievam, g\u0101ja secen.<\/p>\n 1948. gad\u0101 Latvij\u0101 atgriez\u0101s ar\u012b mammi\u0146a. Vi\u0146ai jau bija atkl\u0101ta tuberkuloze, ta\u010du 1949. gad\u0101 vi\u0146u pa\u0146\u0113ma otrreiz un izs\u016bt\u012bja uz Krasnojarsk\u0101. M\u016bs ar br\u0101li otrreiz pat neizs\u016bt\u012bja.<\/p>\n 1952. gad\u0101 mamma sve\u0161um\u0101 slimn\u012bc\u0101 mira. Viena latvie\u0161u m\u0101si\u0146a mums ats\u016bt\u012bja vi\u0146as laul\u012bbas gredzenu.<\/p>\n Pien\u0101ca 1949. gads. Dz\u012bvoju pie onku\u013ca, m\u0101c\u012bjos pamatskol\u0101 \u2013 klas\u0113 bija v\u0113l tr\u012bs Sib\u012brijas b\u0113rni. Atceros Rimeiku Ritu. Pavasar\u012b mums bija kontroldarbs, un audzin\u0101t\u0101ja iev\u0113roja, ka Rita nav klas\u0113. Vi\u0146a lika k\u0101dam puisim skriet pie Ritas, lai uzzin\u0101tu, kas ar meiteni notiek. Puisis atn\u0101k un saka, ka Rita ir aizvesta. Bija nakts \u2013 es dzirdu, ka lej\u0101 pie par\u0101des durv\u012bm dauz\u0101s cilv\u0113ki. Durvis pa nakti sl\u0113dza ciet. M\u0113s ar onkuli st\u0101vam istabi\u0146\u0101, dzirdam, ka smagi so\u013ci k\u0101pj augst\u0101k… Paldies Dievam, mani toreiz nepa\u0146\u0113ma, un ar\u012b v\u0113l\u0101k man briesmas nedraud\u0113ja.<\/p>\n M\u0101sa atgriez\u0101s 1951. gad\u0101. Mamma bija p\u0101rc\u0113lusies uz Parabelu, un no turienes m\u0101su aizs\u016bt\u012bja ar lidma\u0161\u012bnu uz Novosibirsku. Kad m\u0101sa tika l\u012bdz dzelzce\u013ca stacijai, naudas pietika tikai l\u012bdz Zilupei. Vi\u0146a nopirka bi\u013ceti un dom\u0101ja, ka no Zilupes l\u012bdz R\u012bgai slikt\u0101k\u0101 gad\u012bjum\u0101 aizies k\u0101j\u0101m. Vagon\u0101 m\u0101sa iepazin\u0101s ar krievu pui\u0161iem, zald\u0101tiem. Pui\u0161i, uzzin\u0101ju\u0161i, ka m\u0101sai j\u0101tiek uz R\u012bgu, pasl\u0113pa vi\u0146u, un t\u0101 vi\u0146a atbrauca.<\/p>\n Jaun\u0101kais br\u0101lis ar m\u0101ti un t\u0113vu, l\u0113\u0123er\u012b gal\u012bgi izdilu\u0161u, atbrauca 1946. gad\u0101. Es piepras\u012bju zemi, dab\u016bju15 ha, saimniekoju. T\u0113vu iev\u0113l\u0113ja par kolhoza priek\u0161s\u0113d\u0113t\u0101ju. Br\u0101lis (1947. gad\u0101) un es (1948. gad\u0101) iest\u0101j\u0101mies Kazdangas tehnikum\u0101. M\u0101c\u012bjos par agronomu. Pien\u0101ca 1949. gada marts, un m\u016bs abus no skolas pa\u0146\u0113ma, lai atkal izs\u016bt\u012btu par it k\u0101 nelikum\u012bgu atgrie\u0161anos dzimten\u0113.<\/p>\n Daudzos cietumos izs\u0113d\u0113j\u0101mies. Ta\u010du tik\u0101m kop\u0101 visa \u0123imene. M\u016bs<\/p>\n aizs\u016bt\u012bja uz Turhansku \u2013 uz gal\u0113jiem Zieme\u013ciem, kur galvenok\u0101rt bija tikai mednieku un zvejnieku kolhozi. Mums laim\u0113j\u0101s, jo tik\u0101m atst\u0101ti darb\u0101 rajona centr\u0101 \u2013 izm\u0113\u0123in\u0101jumu stacij\u0101.<\/p>\n Mamma str\u0101d\u0101ja Slokas skol\u0101 par skolot\u0101ju. Bet1949. gad\u0101 man pazi\u0146oja, ka mamma ir arest\u0113ta. Aizskr\u0113ju uz Dubultu miliciju, grib\u0113ju nodot paci\u0146u. Aiz maz\u0101 lodzi\u0146a ieraudz\u012bju vi\u0146u un man s\u0101ka birt asaras. Mamma teica: “Atceries, ko k\u0101dreiz teica t\u0113tis…\u201d Vi\u0146a bija p\u0101rliecin\u0101ta, ka otrs izs\u016bt\u012bjums b\u016bs sav\u0101d\u0101ks. Milicij\u0101 ien\u0101ca stalts v\u012brietis formas t\u0113rp\u0101, un pras\u012bja de\u017eurantam kaut ko par mani. Tad vi\u0146\u0161 pagriez\u0101s un, sapratis, ka esmu meita, klusu teica, lai es \u0101tri paz\u016bdot no turienes. T\u0101 ar\u012b dar\u012bju. P\u0113c tam vair\u0101k nek\u0101 piecpadsmit gadus J\u016brmal\u0101 katru r\u012btu g\u0101j\u0101m viens otram gar\u0101m uz darbu.<\/p>\n Es p\u0101rc\u0113los uz Novikovas kombin\u0101tu. Tur bija Liepi\u0146u \u0123imene ar 3 b\u0113rniem, kas savus b\u0113rnus bija aizs\u016bt\u012bjusi uz pie br\u0101\u013ca uz Latviju, bet 1949.gad\u0101 br\u0101li izveda, bet b\u0113rni non\u0101ca b\u0113rnu nam\u0101, vi\u0146a sajuka pr\u0101t\u0101.<\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101 mammu pa\u0146\u0113ma uz izmekl\u0113\u0161anu, bet neko nevar\u0113ja pier\u0101d\u012bt, un tad mammu atkal atlaida. Es pa to laiku dz\u012bvoju pie radiem. 1949. gad\u0101, es biju skol\u0101, stundas laik\u0101 ien\u0101ca, teica, lai es \u0123\u0113rbjos un eju vi\u0146iem l\u012bdzi. Atn\u0101cu \u2013 mamma m\u0101j\u0101s raud, ka atkal ved\u012bs, bet es k\u0101 b\u0113rns biju pat priec\u012bgs \u2013 dab\u016bs vecos draugus satikt. Es braucu l\u012bdzi ar prieku. Atceros, pie ministrijas (mums l\u012bdzi bija virsnieks) mamma raud, saka, lai es prasu virsniekam, lai lai\u017e m\u016bs va\u013c\u0101. Es neko nesapratu, bet tas jau viss, protams, b\u016btu bijis par velti. Mamma bija t\u0101d\u0101 bezizejas situ\u0101cij\u0101 \u2013 tur jau bija b\u016bts, un nu atkal atpaka\u013c…<\/p>\n Otro izve\u0161anu atceros piln\u012bgi. Atmi\u0146as saist\u0101s ar krievu cilv\u0113ku labaj\u0101m \u012bpa\u0161\u012bb\u0101m. Veda lopu \u201cv\u0101\u0123\u012b\u201d aiz rest\u0113m. M\u016bs apsarg\u0101ja mongo\u013ci. Atceros, p\u0113k\u0161\u0146i atn\u0101k krievu zald\u0101ts, kam beidzies dienests, pagr\u016b\u017e mongoli mal\u0101, liek atv\u0113rt durvis. Mongolis saka, ka nedr\u012bkst. Zald\u0101ti apsargu past\u016bma mal\u0101, lai es n\u0101kot \u0101r\u0101 no b\u016bra un ejot pie vi\u0146iem. Tur bija k\u0101di 3 vai 4 zald\u0101ti, kas teica: pacan \u0146e vinovat.<\/em> Nos\u0113din\u0101ja mani pa vidu. Vi\u0146i zin\u0101ja, ka d\u0113ls neatbild par t\u0113va gr\u0113kiem, tas vi\u0146iem bija iest\u0101st\u012bts. Vi\u0146i mani pa\u0113din\u0101ja, tad atveda atpaka\u013c un v\u0113l tam mongolim piedraud\u0113ja, sak, ja kaut kas notiks ar puiku, sargies. Atceros \u2013 veda m\u016bs pa Novosibirsku, bij\u0101m vair\u0101k nek\u0101 1000 cilv\u0113ku. No vis\u0101m pus\u0113m ar su\u0146iem g\u0101ja apsardze, iela bija vecais Kolimas trakts, kur jau no cara laika g\u0101ja izs\u016bt\u012btie. Atceros \u2013 ielas mal\u0101 st\u0101v\u0113ja vecas sievietes un meta krustus. Visa kolonna apst\u0101j\u0101s, laikam vajadz\u0113ja doties uz citu pusi. Mamma st\u0101st\u012bja, ka es esot dro\u0161i g\u0101jis kl\u0101t pie apsarga su\u0146a, dom\u0101dams, ka tas ir parasts suns. Labi, ka apsargs suni par\u0101va mal\u0101. Es pat neesot bijis izbijies, bet gan t\u0101ds flegmatisks. P\u0113c otr\u0101s izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas visas sievietes tika ievietotas cietum\u0101, bet liel\u0101k\u0101 da\u013ca b\u0113rnu \u2013 b\u0113rnunam\u0101. Mani un mammu aizs\u016bt\u012bja uz to pa\u0161u vietu, no kurienes m\u0113s aizb\u0113g\u0101m. Saviem draugiem Sib\u012brij\u0101 st\u0101st\u012bju par dz\u012bvi Latvij\u0101, no m\u0101j\u0101m mums s\u016bt\u012bja paci\u0146as. Viet\u0113jie b\u0113rni nekad nebija redz\u0113ju\u0161i \u012brisus. Kad st\u0101st\u012bju par \u0101boliem, krizdol\u0113m, vi\u0146iem bija mutes va\u013c\u0101. Sib\u012brij\u0101 no m\u0101j\u0101m dr\u012bkst\u0113j\u0101m sa\u0146emt pusgada laik\u0101 vienu paci\u0146u. M\u0101j\u0101s mammai bija paliku\u0161as dr\u0113bes, glezna, l\u016bdz\u0101m radiem, lai to visu p\u0101rdod un s\u016bta naudu. Tad bija viegl\u0101k.<\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101 notika otr\u0101 izve\u0161ana. To paredzot, m\u0113s, pieci, ieg\u0101j\u0101m me\u017e\u0101. Nomira m\u0101jas saimnieks, g\u0101ju pal\u012bdz\u0113t \u2013 kap\u0101ju skujas, kad m\u0101ju aplenca. Labi, ka \u0161aujamo biju atst\u0101jis pie k\u016bts. Patronas sab\u0113ru ve\u013cas groz\u0101.<\/p>\n Pa\u0146\u0113ma mani un t\u0113va m\u0101ti, vi\u0146ai bija asto\u0146desmit se\u0161i gadi. Br\u0101lis gan palika Latvij\u0101. M\u016bs aizveda uz In\u010dukalna staciju. T\u0101l\u0101k non\u0101cu Tomsk\u0101, kur iepazinos ar savu n\u0101kamo sievu. Komandat\u016br\u0101 baid\u012bj\u0101s, ka atkal nesag\u0101\u017eu k\u0101dus \u201epodus\u201d, t\u0101p\u0113c man bija katru r\u012btu vi\u0146iem j\u0101piesak\u0101s.<\/p>\n 1949.gada izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161ana atkal bija tra\u0123\u0113dija. M\u016bsu skola atrad\u0101s turpat, kur pagastm\u0101ja. No r\u012bta skat\u0101mies \u2013 brauc smag\u0101s ma\u0161\u012bnas, mums ne\u013cauj pie logiem iet. N\u0101k zald\u0101ti, un pagasta vecis izsauc pa vienam… Abas ar m\u0101su nol\u0113m\u0101m, ka b\u0113gsim proj\u0101m, bet atpaka\u013c uz Sib\u012briju nebrauksim. Vakar\u0101 intern\u0101t\u0101 durvis pav\u0113ra vec\u0101t\u0113va br\u0101lis Rud\u012btis. Vi\u0146\u0161 sauca: \u201eMeiten\u012b\u0161i!\u201d M\u0101sa s\u0101ka kliegt: \u201eN\u0113, m\u0113s nebrauksim!\u201d Izr\u0101d\u012bj\u0101s, vec\u0101mamma ats\u016bt\u012bjusi mums paka\u013c, lai m\u0113s visi b\u016btu kop\u0101.<\/p>\n N\u0101kamaj\u0101 r\u012bt\u0101 atbrauca pagastvecis Paegl\u012btis un krievu virsnieks. M\u016bsu vecaimammai bija uzv\u0101rds Za\u0137is. Bet Inta paskat\u012bj\u0101s virsniekam p\u0101r plecu uz virtuves galda noliktajos pap\u012bros un teica: \u201e\u0160itie nav tie Za\u0137i! Te ir “S\u012b\u013cu” Za\u0137i\u201d. Bet t\u0101l\u0101k dz\u012bvojo\u0161ie “Za\u0137\u012b\u0161u” Za\u0137i jau bija izb\u0113gu\u0161i. Ta\u010du Paegl\u012btim par katru cenu vajadz\u0113ja skaitu… Tad Inta savu sak\u0101mo atk\u0101rtoja krievu virsniekam, un vi\u0146\u0161 nor\u0101d\u012bja Paegl\u012btim, ka tas k\u013c\u016bd\u012bjies. Paegl\u012btis gan d\u016bra ar elkoni Intai rib\u0101s: \u201eSku\u0137i, turi muti!\u201d bet m\u016bs tom\u0113r neaizveda. T\u0101 m\u0113s izgl\u0101b\u0101mies.<\/p>\n Beidzu C\u0113su 1.vidusskolu un nol\u0113mu st\u0101ties augstskol\u0101 – juristos. Aizg\u0101ju uz Universit\u0101ti, gl\u012bti uzrakst\u012bju visu, k\u0101 ir, nesl\u0113pu, ka esmu Sib\u012brij\u0101 bijusi. Un prodek\u0101ns Oto Gr\u012bnbergs teica: \u201eN\u0113, n\u0113, meit\u0113n! Juristos tu ar t\u0101du biogr\u0101fiju netiksi. Es tevi lieku pie ekonomistiem\u201d. Vi\u0146\u0161 ar\u012b nodikt\u0113ja, k\u0101dai j\u0101b\u016bt manai biogr\u0101fijai. T\u0101 es pabeidzu ekonomistus.<\/p>\n Tad atkal s\u0101k\u0101s 1949. gads. M\u0113s ar Gun\u0101ru Kl\u016b\u0123i, ar otro b\u0113rnu \u0161aj\u0101 \u0123imen\u0113, m\u0101c\u012bj\u0101mies vien\u0101 klas\u0113. Vi\u0146\u0161 gan bija par mani gadu vec\u0101ks, bet ar Sib\u012brijas izs\u016bt\u012bjumu viss bija sajucis. Vienu dienu klas\u0113 ien\u0101ca cilv\u0113ks un pal\u016bdza Gun\u0101ru iziet. P\u0113c stund\u0101m m\u0113s uzzin\u0101j\u0101m, ka ar\u012b Eduards, M\u0101ra ir pa\u0146emti. Tad s\u0101k\u0101s \u0161ausmas. Es aizg\u0101ju m\u0101j\u0101s, un onkulis salika vien\u0101 mais\u0101 dr\u0113bes, otr\u0101 mais\u0101 p\u0101rtiku, un nakt\u012bs es nevar\u0113ju gul\u0113t. Man \u0161\u0137ita, ka atkal brauc ma\u0161\u012bna, es biju tik nervoza\u2026 Klas\u0113 stundu laik\u0101 es tik uz durv\u012bm vien skat\u012bjos, satr\u016bkos pie katras durvju virin\u0101\u0161anas\u2026 Liktenis, sarge\u0146\u0123elis vai k\u0101ds labs cilv\u0113ks par mani aizlika v\u0101rdu, bet es tiku pasarg\u0101ta\u2026 Kl\u016b\u0123i teica \u2013 ka t\u0101s bija \u0161ausmas \u2013 caur nezin cik cietumiem vi\u0146us veda\u2026 Lai vi\u0146iem nenozagtu to, kas vi\u0146iem bija sadots l\u012bdzi, Eduards teica: \u201cEs tos maisus tur\u0113ju zobos!\u201d Vi\u0146us veda atpaka\u013c pie m\u0101tes. Vi\u0146u m\u0101te izbr\u012bn\u012bj\u0101s, sa\u0146emot savu b\u0113rnu dr\u0113bes. Mana m\u0101te ar\u012b gaid\u012bja, kas b\u016bs ar mani, bet paldies Dievam, mani otrreiz neveda.<\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n N\u0101ca 1949. gads. Izve\u0161anas diena. Onkulis s\u0113d\u0113ja, l\u0101p\u012bja kurpes. Iebrauca mili\u010di, zald\u0101tu dr\u0113b\u0113s. Toreiz t\u0101 sauca: “aug\u0161\u0101 pu\u013c\u0137\u012btis…” , t\u0101das formas vi\u0146iem bija. Vi\u0146i sita onkuli, salauza ribas, p\u0101rsita galvu: “Pasaki, kur tavs br\u0101lis!” Vi\u0146\u0161 gul\u0113ja bezsama\u0146\u0101. Man no bail\u0113m valoda bija aptr\u016bkusi. Tante aizskr\u0113ja uz Rug\u0101jiem p\u0113c pal\u012bdz\u012bbas. Onkuli sasita, bezsama\u0146\u0101 atst\u0101ja gulo\u0161u un aizbrauca. T\u0101ds bija 25. marts 1949. gad\u0101.<\/p>\n Vi\u0146i grib\u0113ja atrast j\u016bsu t\u0113vu?<\/p>\n J\u0101, vi\u0146i grib\u0113ja atrast manu t\u0113vu. Kur mans t\u0113vs? Un br\u0101lim j\u0101zinot, kur ir br\u0101lis. Vi\u0146u sita, vi\u0146am salauza ribas, galva bija p\u0101rsista. Vi\u0146\u0161 vecs, sirms bija. Vi\u0146am toreiz bija jau daudz gadu. Tas bija \u0161ausm\u012bgi \u2013 to visu redz\u0113t, visu p\u0101rdz\u012bvot. Kad es v\u0113l g\u0101ju skol\u0101, bija t\u0101ds moments. Atn\u0101k k\u0101ds zald\u0101tu vai mili\u010du dr\u0113b\u0113s \u0123\u0113rbies, nezinu vairs, ar autom\u0101tu rok\u0101, ien\u0101k klas\u0113, un man bija j\u0101iet uz miliciju par\u0101d\u012bt, vai no\u0161autais cilv\u0113ks, ar stri\u0137i kakl\u0101 piesiets pie smag\u0101s ma\u0161\u012bnas, pa zemi pie milicijas atvilkts \u2013 vai tas nav mans t\u0113vs. Nu, protams, tur nebija mana t\u0113va. Bet tas ir \u0161ausm\u012bgi, ja t\u0101du pusaudzi k\u0101 noziedznieku vad\u0101 uz priek\u0161u un atpaka\u013c. Ko es biju noziegusies, par ko man t\u0101ds sods? To visu m\u016b\u017eu es esmu jutusi l\u012bdz \u0161ai dienai. \u0160ausm\u012bgi. T\u0101s atmi\u0146as ir \u0161ausm\u012bgas. Es nevienam, pat visliel\u0101kam ienaidniekam to nenov\u0113lu.<\/p>\n To nevar aizmirst. Kam\u0113r dz\u012bvo\u0161u, tikm\u0113r atcer\u0113\u0161os. 1941.-1949.gadi bija vis\u0101rpr\u0101t\u012bg\u0101kie. Un k\u0101 bija \u0161\u0137irties no m\u0101j\u0101m? Krievs m\u016bs ietrieca ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101, tev vairs nepieder nekas. Bet mums bija ka\u017eoki, ait\u0101das un viss kas cits. Viss tika no\u0146emts. Krievi sarg\u0101ja ma\u0161\u012bnu. Teica, ka dr\u0113b\u0113m vairs nav vietas. Mammi\u0146a t\u0101 raud\u0101ja! Sib\u012brij\u0101 vi\u0146a teica- ja viens ka\u017eoks b\u016btu bijis l\u012bdzi, neb\u016btu j\u0101nosalst. Tas bija k\u0101 murgs. Neticas, ka pag\u0101ju\u0161i 60 gadi, liekas, nupat tas notika. Tas ir kaut kas neiedom\u0101jams. Cerams, ka tas vairs neatk\u0101rtosies.<\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101 jau zin\u0101j\u0101m, ka b\u016bs izve\u0161anas. M\u0101c\u012bjos 3. klas\u0113. Vakar\u0101 atn\u0101ca un pateica, ka nakt\u012b izved\u012bs. M\u0101te jau bija sagatavojusies – kur tu muksi… Ma\u0161\u012bnas r\u016bca visu nakti, bet pie mums nebrauca. Pa\u0146\u0113ma se\u0161us tuv\u0101kos kaimi\u0146us.<\/p>\n No r\u012bta g\u0101j\u0101m uz skolu, bet nebij\u0101m p\u0101rliecin\u0101ti, vai ar\u012b m\u016bs nepa\u0146ems. Klase bija pamat\u012bgi \u201epat\u012br\u012bta\u201d.<\/p>\n Aizveda m\u0101te sm\u0101su, citus radus. M\u0113s izspruk\u0101m<\/em>. L\u012bdz 1950. gadam m\u016bs neviens nemekl\u0113ja un nearest\u0113ja. Tad – mart\u0101 – mammu izsauca uz Talsu \u010deku, un m\u0101j\u0101s vi\u0146a vairs nep\u0101rn\u0101ca. Vi\u0146u aizveda uz Jelgavas cietumu. T\u0113vam\u0101sa s\u0101ka k\u0101rtot \u201epap\u012brus\u201d, lai b\u0113rnus atst\u0101j vi\u0146ai. Priek\u0161nieks apsol\u012bja.<\/p>\n Uz J\u0101\u0146iem aizbrauc\u0101m pie vect\u0113va uz \u201eP\u013cav\u0101m\u201d. Nosvin\u0113j\u0101m J\u0101\u0146us, un 26. j\u016bnij\u0101 vect\u0113vs ar zirgu veda m\u016bs m\u0101j\u0101s. Pie kapiem satik\u0101m kaimi\u0146ieni Roz\u012bti, un vect\u0113vs m\u016bs tur atst\u0101ja. Roz\u012bte br\u012bdin\u0101ja, ka m\u0101j\u0101s esot bijusi \u010deka – mums paka\u013c… G\u0101j\u0101m pa taisno- p\u0101ri laukam.<\/p>\n Brauca ma\u0161\u012bna, mums pav\u0113l\u0113ja taj\u0101 iek\u0101pt un aizveda uz Talsiem. Tur priek\u0161\u0101 jau bija ar\u012b Gaida Krauja. \u010cek\u0101 izgul\u0113j\u0101mies, un no r\u012bta m\u016bs veda uz Jelgavu. Tur pa\u0146\u0113ma m\u0101tes un visus m\u016bs nog\u0101d\u0101ja R\u012bg\u0101 – Centr\u0101lcietum\u0101. M\u016bs ievietoja kop\u0113j\u0101 sievie\u0161u kamer\u0101.<\/p>\n J\u016blija beig\u0101s jau bij\u0101m Brasas cietum\u0101. M\u0101tes, kur\u0101m b\u0113rni bija vec\u0101ki par 13 gadiem, s\u016bt\u012bja pa etapu. Man bija vienpadsmit.<\/p>\n E\u0161elons (40 vagoni) bija pilns augusta s\u0101kum\u0101, un m\u016bs atkal veda prom. Mana vieta bija pie loga, ce\u013c\u0101 las\u012bju staciju nosaukumus. Apst\u0101j\u0101mies Omsk\u0101, kur visus dzina uz pirti, bet dr\u0113bes atutoja. Pirt\u012b bija auksts. P\u0113c tam \u2013 atkal vagonos…<\/p>\n 25. febru\u0101r\u012bman piedzima J\u0101n\u012btis, un25. mart\u0101m\u016bs veda atpaka\u013c uz Sib\u012briju. Braucu ar mazu b\u0113rni\u0146u… Man bija valodas zin\u0101\u0161anas,t\u0101p\u0113c biju par tulku.<\/p>\n Sib\u012brij\u0101 kolhoz\u0101 mazliet pastr\u0101d\u0101ju uz lauka,p\u0113c tam biju jau brigadiera pal\u012bgs. Nok\u013cuv\u0101m Tomskas apgabal\u0101. Ar bar\u017eu m\u016bs veda l\u012bdz Krivo\u0161einai, tad 40 km t\u0101l\u0101k, uz \u0123erev\u0146u<\/em><\/p>\n Kolhoza priek\u0161s\u0113d\u0113t\u0101js neprata ne las\u012bt, ne rakst\u012bt, un jau no r\u012bta bija pill\u0101.<\/p>\n Doma bija tikai un vien\u012bgi par Latviju. L\u012bdzko dab\u016bj\u0101m br\u012bv\u012bbu, bij\u0101m vieni no pirmajiem, kas brauca m\u0101j\u0101s. Vair\u0101k k\u0101 200 km brauc\u0101m decembr\u012b ar va\u013c\u0113ju ma\u0161\u012bnu, uz met\u0101la l\u016b\u017e\u0146iem. Vilciens brauca tikai otr\u0101 dien\u0101, gul\u0113j\u0101m uz gr\u012bdas stacij\u0101. L\u012bdzi bija kalt\u0113ta c\u016bkas ga\u013ca. Tas bija 1956. gads, decembris.<\/p>\n 21. janv\u0101r\u012bpiedzima Dainis. J\u0101n\u012btis nomira gadu un 9 m\u0113ne\u0161us vecs, vi\u0146am bija plau\u0161u karsonis…. T\u0113vs ir miris Vjatlag\u0101 1942. gada tre\u0161aj\u0101 m\u0113nes\u012b 49 gadu vecum\u0101…<\/p>\n Pien\u0101ca 1949. gads. Izdzird\u0113ju, ka B\u0113rzain\u0113 pa\u0146emti jaunie\u0161i, kuri m\u0101c\u012bj\u0101s Skolot\u0101ju instit\u016bt\u0101. T\u0101pat m\u016bsu skol\u0101 viens otrs b\u0113rns tika izrauts no klases. Bija piektdiena. N\u0101cu m\u0101j\u0101s un pagalm\u0101 ieraudz\u012bju iej\u016bgtus zirgus. Redz\u0113ju ar\u012b milici ar \u0161auteni. Viss bija skaidrs uzreiz. K\u0101da sieviete man jaut\u0101ja:<\/p>\n \u2013 Varb\u016bt gribat braukt l\u012bdzi?<\/p>\n Visai brav\u016br\u012bgi pazi\u0146oju:<\/p>\n \u2013 Ja par br\u012bvu ved\u012bs, brauk\u0161u. Jau otrreiz.<\/p>\n Sak\u0101p\u0101m visi ratos. Vecaist\u0113vs pietur\u0113ja sv\u0113t\u0101kaj\u0101 viet\u0101, un v\u0101rdi, kurus vi\u0146\u0161 tobr\u012bd pateica \u2013 “Paliec sveika, m\u012b\u013c\u0101 t\u0113va s\u0113ta!” \u2013 v\u0113l tagad tur iekalti.<\/p>\n Atkal s\u0101k\u0101s “ce\u013cojums”. Vecvec\u0101kiem st\u0101st\u012bju, ka b\u016bs gr\u016bti, bet m\u0113s iztur\u0113sim. M\u0113nesi brauc\u0101m, l\u012bdz non\u0101c\u0101m Tomsk\u0101 \u2013 protams, l\u0113\u0123er\u012b, aiz dzelo\u0146dr\u0101t\u012bm. Ta\u010du man joproj\u0101m acu priek\u0161\u0101 tas \u0161ausm\u012bgais skats, ka divi vai tr\u012bs veci, nesp\u0113c\u012bgi cilv\u0113ki tika atst\u0101ti vagonos. Kad tauj\u0101j\u0101m, kur vagoni ies t\u0101l\u0101k, mums atbild\u0113ja, ka tajos b\u0113r\u0161ot iek\u0161\u0101 cementu… Saprat\u0101m, ka nevienam \u0161ie garu m\u016b\u017eu nodz\u012bvoju\u0161ie cilv\u0113ki, slimas, sirmas latvie\u0161u tantes, sastr\u0101d\u0101t\u0101m rok\u0101m, nebija vajadz\u012bgas…<\/p>\n L\u0113\u0123er\u012b dz\u012bve bija smaga. Ta\u010du pavasaris n\u0101ca v\u0113lu, ledus neg\u0101ja, un<\/p>\n nekur t\u0101l\u0101k ar bar\u017e\u0101m tikt nevar\u0113j\u0101m. Biju nor\u012bkots pie k\u0101da virsnieka par tulku, jo daudzi vecie cilv\u0113ki neprata krievu valodu. Tiku virsnieku \u0113dn\u012bc\u0101, zagu maiz\u012bti un nesu slimiem cilv\u0113kiem. S\u0101k\u0101s epid\u0113mijas, cilv\u0113ki mira, gandr\u012bz katru r\u012btu miru\u0161os l\u0101d\u0113ja smagaj\u0101 ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101… Par laimi, vecom\u0101ti izgl\u0101b\u0101m no n\u0101vinieku istabas. Vi\u0146a v\u0113l atgriez\u0101s Latvij\u0101.<\/p>\n Kad tik\u0101m uz ku\u0123a, brauc\u0101m uz zieme\u013ciem. Lai no bar\u017eas nok\u013c\u016btu krast\u0101, tika uzmesta \u0161aura laipa \u2013 un vismaz divi cilv\u0113ki iekrita up\u0113, kur straume vi\u0146us aiznesa prom.<\/p>\n Ar\u012b \u0161aj\u0101 “galapunkt\u0101” vecie cilv\u0113ki nevienam nebija vajadz\u012bgi. Kolhozu p\u0101rst\u0101vji brauca un br\u012bn\u012bj\u0101s: “Kas j\u016bs t\u0101di?” Kad atbrauca kolhoza. “\u013be\u0146ina ce\u013c\u0161’ priek\u0161s\u0113d\u0113t\u0101js, st\u0101st\u012bju, ka mans vecaist\u0113vs ir kal\u0113js, bet vec\u0101m\u0101te \u2013 pav\u0101re, vi\u0146i abi var\u0113tu noder\u0113t. Tik\u0101m l\u012bdz s\u0101d\u017eai. M\u016bs sadal\u012bja pa viet\u0113j\u0101m m\u0101j\u0101m, un krievi nemaz tik nelabv\u0113l\u012bgi neiztur\u0113j\u0101s.<\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101, protams, vecmammai atbrauca paka\u013c, un meita vi\u0146u vienu t\u0101d\u0101 vecum\u0101 nelaida. Tad ar\u012b mums ar br\u0101li bija j\u0101brauc l\u012bdzi… Mums uz skolu atbrauca paka\u013c ar smago ma\u0161\u012bnu… Es nevar\u0113ju saprast, k\u0101p\u0113c visi raud…<\/p>\n M\u016bs salika vagonos. M\u0113s las\u012bj\u0101m Krilova fabulas un sm\u0113j\u0101mies. Un es br\u012bn\u012bjos, ka vec\u0101ki visi ir noraud\u0101ju\u0161ies. Padr\u016bmas bija visas tualetes b\u016b\u0161anas. Kad pietur\u0113ja, visi tup\u0113ja, k\u0101 nu m\u0101c\u0113ja. Vienalga \u2013 v\u012brie\u0161i, b\u0113rni vai sievietes… Tas skats man v\u0113l tagad pr\u0101t\u0101.<\/p>\n M\u016bs aizveda l\u012bdz Omskai. Un atkal neviens m\u016bs negrib\u0113ja. Krustm\u0101tei bija 47 gadi, vec\u0101m\u0101te un m\u0113s, divi b\u0113rni… Bet beig\u0101s m\u016bs pa\u0146\u0113ma. Tas bija \u0160erbaku\u013cskas rajons, Largas s\u0101d\u017ea.<\/p>\n M\u016bs iemitin\u0101ja t\u0101d\u0101 interesant\u0101 m\u0101j\u0101, kurai nebija vienas sienas \u2013 Omsk\u0101 visas m\u0101jas bija celtas no govju m\u0113sliem ar salmiem. Mums bija l\u012bdzi diezgan daudz segu un spilvenu, un m\u0113s to vienu sienu uztais\u012bj\u0101m no tiem. Un vasar\u0101 es ar br\u0101li un krustm\u0101ti m\u012bc\u012bj\u0101m samanu un to sienu pa\u0161i uzm\u016br\u0113j\u0101m.<\/p>\n 1949.gada mart\u0101 dab\u016bj\u0101m zin\u0101t, ka atkal b\u016bs izve\u0161ana, bet kur b\u0113gsi, kur paliksi? Kad vienu nakti bij\u0101m nogul\u0113ju\u0161i me\u017e\u0101, mamma teica – pietiek, vairs pa me\u017eu vi\u0146a nebland\u012bsies. Tad dab\u016bj\u0101m zin\u0101t, ka n\u0101ko\u0161aj\u0101 dien\u0101 no pagasta b\u016b\u0161ot izve\u0161ana. Tur dz\u012bvoja mammas m\u0101sa, t\u0101 pateica, ka m\u0113s esam sarakst\u0101. Vec\u0101mamma jau bija apglab\u0101ta, vi\u0146a nomira febru\u0101ra beig\u0101s. Lab\u012bba bija izvesta, govis aizvestas, \u0161\u0137iet, viena govs atst\u0101ta un zirgs. M\u016bs pieskait\u012bja kulakiem, jo mums pieder\u0113ja30 hekt\u0101ruzemes. Pa\u0146\u0113ma m\u016bs. Pirms tam n\u0101ca izl\u016bki, staig\u0101ja un pras\u012bja, vai mums ir zirgs, vai mums ir rati. Mamma izjauca \u0161ujma\u0161\u012bnu pa\u0146\u0113ma l\u012bdzi. Viss risin\u0101j\u0101s t\u0101pat k\u0101 pirmo reizi. Saveda ap divdesmit \u0123imen\u0113m pagastm\u0101j\u0101. Mammas m\u0101sa sav\u0101r\u012bja veselu spaini ar klimp\u0101m, atnesa visiem ko pa\u0113st. No m\u016bsu skolas sept\u012bt\u0101s klases piecus b\u0113rnus pa\u0146\u0113ma. Klas\u0113 m\u0113s bij\u0101m piecpadsmit – uz izlaidumu palika desmit. Viena veikalnieku \u0123imene kaut k\u0101 izpirk\u0101s, jo vi\u0146us atveda un vakar\u0101 palaida m\u0101j\u0101s. Divas dienas pag\u0101ja, kam\u0113r visus saveda. P\u0113d\u0113j\u0101 dien\u0101 pa\u0146\u0113ma m\u016bsu kaimi\u0146us, kas bija par \u0161\u0137\u016btniekiem, visus. Vi\u0146iem kropls b\u0113rni\u0146\u0161 bija, pa\u0146\u0113ma ar visu b\u0113rnu. Salika m\u016bs ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101s, aizveda uz Tukumu, tur vagonos iek\u0161\u0101. Kur bija v\u012brie\u0161i, tos ne\u0161\u0137\u0101ra nost. Vienu kaimi\u0146u ar nestuv\u0113m atnesa, tas ce\u013c\u0101 mira. Vagoni t\u0101di pa\u0161i, tas pats caurums. \u0112st deva t\u0101pat k\u0101 pirmo reizi, putras un \u016bdeni. Vagon\u0101 bija \u010duguna kr\u0101sni\u0146a, to kurin\u0101ja, jo bija auksts.<\/p>\n Tomsk\u0101 m\u016bs izl\u0101d\u0113ja Obas krast\u0101 kaut k\u0101d\u0101 ieslodz\u012bto nometn\u0113. M\u016bs dzina uz pirti, bija j\u0101iet cauri gar\u0101m istab\u0101m, tur s\u0113d\u0113ja policija un lika parakst\u012bties, ka m\u0113s labpr\u0101t\u012bgi un uz visu m\u016b\u017eu tiekam p\u0101rcelti dz\u012bvot Sib\u012brij\u0101. Iz\u0123\u0113rba kailus, iedzina pirt\u012b nomazg\u0101ties. Tomsk\u0101 plos\u012bj\u0101s dizent\u0113rija. Tur dz\u012bvoj\u0101m l\u012bdz maijam, kam\u0113r up\u0113 izg\u0101ja ledus.Tad bar\u017e\u0101s iek\u0161\u0101 un pa Obu prom<\/p>\n l\u012bdz vecajai \u0160egarkai. Tur cilv\u0113kus \u0161\u0137iroja: tos, kuri kaut ko m\u0101c\u0113ja, atst\u0101ja \u0160egark\u0101 rajona centr\u0101. Kas neko nem\u0101c\u0113ja, tos izdal\u012bja pa kolhoziem. M\u016brnieki, bija ar\u012b amatnieki, mamma m\u0101c\u0113ja \u0161\u016bt, pieteic\u0101s par \u0161uv\u0113ju. M\u016bs ielika klub\u0101, m\u0113s palik\u0101m centr\u0101, bet krievi pukoj\u0101s:<\/p>\n Bija agrs r\u012bts 25. marts, migla, es g\u0101ju uz skolu. Man pret\u012b n\u0101ca draugs un saka: \u201cZiedoni,\u0161odienuz skolu neej.\u201d Es g\u0101ju m\u0101j\u0101s. Ar\u012b mana mamma bija 1947. gad\u0101 aizmukusi no Sib\u012brijas, vi\u0146ai bija Latvijas pase, dab\u016bja pierakstu. Vi\u0146a ar\u012b bija Kurzem\u0113 pie m\u0101sas. Mana mamma saka: ej, m\u0101si\u0146, uz me\u017eu, b\u016bs izve\u0161ana. Mammas m\u0101sas v\u012brs bija Ug\u0101les me\u017eos, veda malkas normas. Mammas m\u0101sa ar b\u0113rniem aizg\u0101ja uz me\u017eu. P\u0113c k\u0101da laika pagalm\u0101 iebrauc paj\u016bgs \u2013 divi \u010dekisti un viet\u0113jie akt\u012bvisti. Ien\u0101ca, aprakst\u012bja mantu un pa\u0146\u0113ma l\u012bdzi saimnieka br\u0101li ar sievu \u2013 vi\u0146am neskait\u012bj\u0101s ne saimniec\u012bba, nek\u0101. Vi\u0146\u0161 k\u0101 puisis str\u0101d\u0101ja pie sava br\u0101\u013ca. T\u0101 k\u0101 saimnieku m\u0101j\u0101s nebija, tad pa\u0146\u0113ma vi\u0146us. Skrandainis ar autom\u0101tu ieg\u0101ja gu\u013camistab\u0101, uzreiz kl\u0101t pie naktsskap\u012b\u0161a. Mani iztrieca \u0101r\u0101 no istabas, un vi\u0146\u0161 pa\u0146\u0113ma naudi\u0146u. Bija p\u0101rdots kume\u013c\u0161. Es pat nezin\u0101ju, ka mammas m\u0101sai tur st\u0101v naudi\u0146a \u2013 bet skrandainais krievs \u201ciz\u0161uher\u0113ja\u201d visu. Izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161ana beidz\u0101s, no me\u017ea atn\u0101ca mammas m\u0101sa, b\u0113rni. Pa\u0161i palika m\u0101j\u0101s, otr\u0101 dien\u0101 bija j\u0101ved nodot graudi. T\u0101 vi\u0146i palika pliki un nabagi, bet \u2013 vismaz Latvij\u0101\u2026<\/p>\n 1949. gada mart\u0101 vecot\u0113vu un vecomammu aizveda, un m\u0113s ar br\u0101li palik\u0101m divi vien. Atn\u0101ca aprakst\u012bt mantu, un es ap\u0137\u0113ros vienai ap kaklu un l\u016bdzu, lai mums atst\u0101j p\u0101rtikai, atst\u0101ja ar\u012b. M\u0113\u0123in\u0101j\u0101m ko ies\u0101kt. Nol\u0113m\u0101m turpin\u0101t iet skol\u0101, jo bij\u0101m pieradu\u0161i iztikt ar mazumi\u0146u.<\/p>\n Vasar\u0101 g\u0101j\u0101m kolhoz\u0101 str\u0101d\u0101t, p\u013c\u0101v\u0101m lab\u012bbu. Biju maza, bet visu iztur\u0113ju.<\/p>\n Pien\u0101ca 49. gada 25. marts. Bija kaut k\u0101da nojauta, nezin\u0101ju, vai atn\u0101k\u0161u no skolas m\u0101j\u0101s. Ciema padom\u0113 bija apmetu\u0161ies zald\u0101ti.<\/p>\n Starpbr\u012bd\u012b ien\u0101ca viens biju\u0161ais skolnieks un pateica, ka br\u0101lis un aukl\u012bte ir ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101 aizvesti. Pases man l\u012bdzi nebija, dom\u0101ju \u2013 k\u0101 notiks, t\u0101 notiks. N\u0101ca zald\u0101ti uz skolu. Aizveda vienu skolot\u0101ju, p\u0113c stundas mani sagaid\u012bja. Aizg\u0101ju paka\u013c m\u0101sai. Aizveda m\u016bs uz Vies\u012btes pirti. Tur jau bija pilns. No klases bij\u0101m 4 gabali.<\/p>\n Aizbrauc\u0101m l\u012bdz Omskas apgabala stacijai \u013bubino. Bija jau pret\u012b no kolhoziem, mekl\u0113ja speci\u0101listus. Brauc\u0101m t\u0101l\u0101k ar zirgiem un v\u0113r\u0161iem k\u0101dus 50 km. Bija k\u0101di 10 paj\u016bgi, brauc\u0101m visu nakti.<\/p>\n Non\u0101c\u0101m Pavlovkas s\u0101d\u017e\u0101. Sadal\u012bja m\u016bs pa dz\u012bvok\u013ciem. Tik\u0101m br\u012bv\u0101 m\u0101j\u0101 ar div\u0101m istab\u0101m. Bij\u0101m tr\u012bs \u0123imenes no Vies\u012btes. Bija uzreiz j\u0101iet str\u0101d\u0101t kolhoz\u0101 pavasara darbus. Ar v\u0113r\u0161iem bija j\u0101ec\u0113 lauki, tadsienap\u013cav\u0101. Iest\u0101d\u012bj\u0101m kartupe\u013cus. No Latvijas pat mazpaz\u012bstami cilv\u0113ki s\u016bt\u012bja paci\u0146as un naudu.<\/p>\n Bet m\u016bs 1949.gad\u0101 sa\u0146\u0113ma un aizveda otrreiz. M\u016bs, tr\u012bs b\u0113rnus, un ar\u012b aukl\u012bti pa\u0146\u0113ma l\u012bdzi. Nezinu, k\u0101p\u0113c vi\u0146u \u0146\u0113ma. Vi\u0146a tur nomira. \u0160\u012b izve\u0161ana ne ar ko neat\u0161\u0137\u012br\u0101s no pirm\u0101s. Bija ma\u0161\u012bna, karav\u012bri, l\u012bdzi bija tie pa\u0161i divi vai tr\u012bs priv\u0101tie. Bija ar\u012b viena sieviete no dzelzce\u013ca. Nolas\u012bja spriedumu, teica, lai \u0146em mantas. Aizveda uz Daugavas staciju – ir t\u0101da noma\u013ca stacija pie J\u0113kabpils. Tr\u012bs dienas st\u0101v\u0113j\u0101m, tad s\u0101k\u0101m braukt. Iek\u0161\u0101 vagon\u0101 bija kr\u0101sns, to kurin\u0101j\u0101m. Malkas nebija, stacij\u0101s laida paka\u013c ogl\u0113m. Mums jau mart\u0101 bija gatavais slapjdra\u0146\u0137is, bet Krievij\u0101 aiz Ur\u0101liem \u2013 \u012bsta ziema. Bija liels sniegs. No stacijas90 kilometrusvisu nakti m\u016bs veda ar v\u0113r\u0161iem uz Sargatkas rajonu, Omskas apgabalu. Nekad nebiju ar t\u0101du transportu braucis. P\u0101rsvar\u0101 jau g\u0101j\u0101m k\u0101j\u0101m – v\u0113r\u0161iem ar\u012b vajadz\u0113ja atp\u016bsties. Tad k\u0101d\u0101 s\u0101d\u017e\u0101 uztais\u012bj\u0101m atelpu. Auksti bija s\u0113d\u0113t paj\u016bgos. Otr\u0101 dien\u0101 ap pusdienlaiku ierad\u0101mies gal\u0101. Visiem mekl\u0113ja, kur apmesties. Atkal m\u0113s bij\u0101m tr\u012bs \u0123imenes kop\u0101 pie vienas vecas sievietes m\u0101j\u0101, vi\u0146a mums atv\u0113l\u0113ja vienu istabu. Tur dz\u012bvoj\u0101m k\u0101du gadu. Str\u0101d\u0101j\u0101m kolhoz\u0101. S\u0101k\u0101s pavasara darbi, ec\u0113ja ar v\u0113r\u0161iem. Siena laik\u0101 brauc\u0101m no m\u0101j\u0101m prom uz p\u013cav\u0101m uz ned\u0113\u013cu, jo t\u0101s bija t\u0101lu. Uz vietas v\u0101r\u012bja zupas, putras. Bija ar\u012b maize.<\/p>\n Tad bija 1949. gads, kad no r\u012bta mod\u0101s un nevar\u0113ja saprast, kur\u0161 kaimi\u0146\u0161 ir, kura nav – ap to laiku no m\u016bsu novada izveda faktiski visus\u2026 Bija tuk\u0161as m\u0101jas, ar\u012b tagad ir piln\u012bgs tuk\u0161ums, no vec\u0101m dzimt\u0101m nekas nav palicis. No 1941. gada nezinu nevienu, kas tur ir atgriezies\u2026 Tagad ir p\u0101rpirc\u0113ji, j\u0101, bet no viet\u0113jiem – nav.<\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n Mamma atbrauca 1947. gada s\u0101kum\u0101. Mums pazi\u0146oja, ka mamma brauc. 1949. gada 25. mart\u0101 vi\u0146a muka, jo vi\u0146ai bija aizdomas… M\u0113s ar br\u0101li bij\u0101m skol\u0101, bet laikam 29. mart\u0101 \u2013 mammas vairs nebija, vec\u0101m\u0101te raud\u0101ja. Mamma Latvij\u0101 nepabija pat divus gadus. Vecaim\u0101tei bija govs, zirgs, c\u016bka, mamma nekur nestr\u0101d\u0101ja, jo bija bail. Mums \u0161\u0137ita, ka m\u016bs visu laiku uzmana, bija bail sag\u0101d\u0101t otram kre\u0146\u0137us. M\u0113s dz\u012bvoj\u0101m t\u0101l\u0101k, vec\u0101mamma palika m\u012b\u013c\u0101ka, un nebija jau ar\u012b nek\u0101da lab\u0101 dz\u012bve. M\u0113s ar br\u0101li str\u0101d\u0101j\u0101m kolhoz\u0101. At\u0146\u0113ma zirgu, govi (jo mums bija 2 govis), vienu no t\u0101m m\u0113s visu laiku sl\u0113p\u0101m. Krievs jau pa\u0146\u0113ma visu! Vai gan cit\u0101di krievi b\u016btu tik \u0101tri tiku\u0161i uz priek\u0161u, ja neb\u016btu apzagu\u0161i latvie\u0161us? Visa iedz\u012bve p\u0113c izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas tak palika vi\u0146iem! No t\u0113va m\u0101j\u0101m p\u0101ri bija palikusi pelnu kaudze. Mammas br\u0101lis paguva izgl\u0101bt klavieres. Run\u0101ja, ka m\u0101ju nodedzin\u0101ja v\u0101cie\u0161i, jo tur iek\u0161\u0101 biju\u0161i krievi.<\/p>\n Mammu divu ned\u0113\u013cu laik\u0101 aizveda atpaka\u013c uz Krasnojarskas novadu, uz Kaza\u010dinas rajonu. Tur vi\u0146a viena pati dz\u012bvoja l\u012bdz 1950. gadam. Tad pie vi\u0146as palaida papu. Mamma palika priec\u012bg\u0101ka, bet rakst\u012bja, ka par m\u0101j\u0101m pat nav ko sap\u0146ot, jo papam ir dokuments, ka vi\u0146\u0161 ir izraid\u012bts no Latvijas.<\/p>\n Izg\u0101ju pie v\u012bra, un tad s\u0101ka dibin\u0101t kolhozus, tad jau n\u0101ca \u010detrdesmit dev\u012btais gads. M\u0113s brauc\u0101m uz R\u012bgu. Sarakst\u012bju\u0161ies m\u0113s bij\u0101m, bet, k\u0101 jau vec\u0101k\u0101 paaudze saka, \u2013 kas t\u0101 par sarakst\u012b\u0161anos, neesat ne salaul\u0101ju\u0161ies, nek\u0101. M\u0113s brauc\u0101m uz R\u012bgu, j\u0101nop\u0113rk gredzeni. T\u0101 k\u0101 es str\u0101d\u0101ju, man bija nopeln\u012bts kaut cik naudas. 25. marta r\u012bt\u0101 ejam uz staciju, un redzam, kas notiek. Paj\u016bgi brauc pa ce\u013cu, st\u0101v istrebi\u0137e\u013ci<\/em> \u2013 nav jau t\u0101da v\u0101rda latviski. Tie vairs nav armijas pies\u016bt\u012btie, bet mums jau pa\u0161iem t\u0101di dro\u0161\u012bbnieki bija noorganiz\u0113ti, kas ar plint\u0113m st\u0101v pie durv\u012bm, nelai\u017e \u0101r\u0101, gaida paj\u016bgus. Tas bija ziemas laiks, brauca ar zirgiem, nevar vairs piebraukt ar ma\u0161\u012bnu k\u0101 vasaras laik\u0101. Lai tie cilv\u0113ki, kas j\u0101ved proj\u0101m, neaizmuktu, nos\u016bta apsargus. Skat\u0101mies, ka cilv\u0113ki ir iek\u0161\u0101, pie logiem skat\u0101s, durvis ciet.<\/p>\n Kas tagad notiks? Es saku t\u0101 \u2013 labi gan, ka es esmu cauri \u0161itai ellei, mani jau otrreiz nes\u016bt\u012bs. Turpat se\u0161i gadi es esmu nokalpojusi. Ja ar\u012b b\u016btu bijusi k\u0101da vaina. K\u0101da tad man var\u0113ja b\u016bt vaina? Par ko tad es biju vain\u012bgs? Tad es jau esmu izcietusi. T\u0101 norun\u0101j\u0101m. Un dom\u0101j\u0101m, vai braukt uz priek\u0161u, vai braukt atpaka\u013c. N\u0113, atpaka\u013c nebrauksim, brauksim uz priek\u0161u. R\u012bg\u0101 nemaz nevar iet p\u0101rgul\u0113t pie radiem. Vi\u0146i saka \u2013 m\u0113s pa\u0161i vairs negu\u013cam m\u0101j\u0101s. Aizbrauc\u0101m uz j\u016brmalu, t\u0101l\u0101k nost. Izdar\u0101m, kas j\u0101dara, un tagad zin\u0101m, ka viss ir sacelts k\u0101j\u0101s, ka ir izve\u0161anas un aresti. Braucam m\u0101j\u0101s, brauc atkal paj\u016bgi ar izvesto mant\u012bbu, ved kop\u0101, kas nu kuram palicis. Dom\u0101ju \u2013 t\u0101, nu man tas ir cauri.<\/p>\n \u010cetrdesmit dev\u012bt\u0101 gada novembr\u012b mani arest\u0113ja.<\/p>\n K\u0101 j\u016bs atceraties 1949. gadu?<\/em><\/p>\n 1949. gads. 25. mart\u0101 mani iz\u0146\u0113ma no skolas, un veselu dienu notur\u0113ja pagastm\u0101jas tuk\u0161aj\u0101 telp\u0101 k\u0101 arest\u0113tu, jo mekl\u0113ja manu aud\u017eut\u0113vu \u2013 t\u0113va br\u0101li. Vi\u0146\u0161 bija uzzin\u0101jis, ka b\u016bs izve\u0161ana, un bija aizb\u0113dzis.<\/p>\n B\u0113rna vienties\u012bb\u0101 es skat\u012bjos uz sien\u0101m tuk\u0161aj\u0101 telp\u0101, kur\u0101 atrad\u0101s tikai galds un kr\u0113sls\u2026 Telpa bija tuk\u0161a, vec\u0101 pagastm\u0101ja\u2026<\/p>\n Es nezin\u0101ju, ka aud\u017eut\u0113vs nav m\u0101j\u0101s.<\/p>\n Vakar\u0101 mani atbr\u012bvoja. Bija saulains ziemas vakars, es atgriezos skol\u0101. Skola atrad\u0101s vec\u0101 mui\u017eas maj\u0101, un daudzi uz lieve\u0146a mani sagaid\u012bja ar asar\u0101m ac\u012bs, k\u0101 jau taj\u0101 dien\u0101\u2026<\/p>\n No klases bija izs\u016bt\u012bti, es nevaru konkr\u0113ti nosaukt, cik, bet bija, kas neatgriez\u0101s. Bija ar\u012b no jaun\u0101k\u0101m klas\u0113m pa\u0146emti. M\u016bsu \u0123imenes viet\u0101 pa\u0146\u0113ma m\u016bsu radus no cit\u0101m m\u0101j\u0101m \u2013 no kaimi\u0146os eso\u0161aj\u0101m m\u0101j\u0101m, kur dz\u012bvoja t\u0113va m\u0101sa.<\/p>\n Saj\u016bta jau nu bija t\u0101da, k\u0101da t\u0101 bija\u2026 Dom\u0101ju, ka ir pien\u0101cis laiks, ka b\u016bs j\u0101brauc atkal\u2026 B\u0113rna apzi\u0146\u0101 tas tik dzi\u013ci neiespie\u017eas, un \u0161\u012bs saj\u016btas nebija k\u0101 pieaugu\u0161ajiem. T\u0101du briesmu saj\u016btu es neapzin\u0101jos. Es jutu, ka man priek\u0161\u0101 b\u016bs t\u0101ls ce\u013c\u0161.<\/p>\n 1949.gad\u0101 mani kop\u0101 ar m\u0101su atkal izsauca uz \u010deku, kop\u0101 ar vec\u0101kiem, kas taj\u0101 laik\u0101 jau bija atgrizu\u0161ies no Sib\u012brijas. T\u0113vs bija atgriezies no So\u013cikamskas, un mums teica, ka m\u0113s esam nelikum\u012bgi aizbrauku\u0161i no Krasnojarskas apgabala, ( un tas ir piln\u012bgi nepareizi, jo m\u0113s visi bij\u0101m no\u0146emti no uzskaites, un mums bija pases) mums sav\u0101ca pases un iedeva jaunas pases ar 38.pantu. Tas man lika 1950.gada febru\u0101r\u012b atst\u0101t R\u012bgu. Es var\u0113ju doties uz Ivanovo. Es braucu uz turieni, jo t\u0101 bija t\u0101l\u0101k no lielaj\u0101m pils\u0113t\u0101m. Vec\u0101ki dev\u0101s uz Arzamasu. Manu m\u0101su Rivu piemekl\u0113ja slikt\u0101kais liktenis. Vi\u0146a bija st\u0101vokl\u012b. Vi\u0146ai at\u013c\u0101va palikt, bet tad, kad b\u0113rnam palika 2 m\u0113ne\u0161i, vi\u0146u arest\u0113ja, un kop\u0101 ar b\u0113rni\u0146u bez jebk\u0101das \u017e\u0113last\u012bbas s\u016bt\u012bja pa visiem PSRS p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anas cietumiem, l\u012bdz vi\u0146a atkal non\u0101ca Je\u0146isejsk\u0101.<\/p>\n Otra m\u0101sa Esja non\u0101ca geto.<\/p>\n \u013bevs Notarevi\u010ds<\/strong><\/p>\n 1949. gads n\u0101ca ar jauniem p\u0101rbaud\u012bjumiem. Mamma run\u0101ja un p\u0113k\u0161\u0146i s\u0101ka vaiman\u0101t. Man tan\u012b br\u012bd\u012b k\u0101 str\u0101va caur kauliem izskr\u0113ja\u2026 Mamma nolika t\u0101lru\u0146a klausuli un sauca, lai es b\u0113gu prom, jo mums atkal brauc paka\u013c, lai izvestu uz Sib\u012briju\u2026 Es skr\u0113ju pie krustm\u0101tes, raud\u0101ju, kliedzu, lai gl\u0101bj, ka m\u016bs atkal ved prom! No krustm\u0101tes m\u0101jas var\u0113ja redz\u0113t, ka m\u016bsu m\u0101jas pagalm\u0101 atkal iebrauc smag\u0101 ma\u0161\u012bna. T\u0113tis bija darb\u0101, v\u0113l\u0101k aizbrauca paka\u013c ar\u012b vi\u0146am. V\u0113l\u0101k pie krustm\u0101tes man paka\u013c atskr\u0113ja mana m\u0101sa Daina, jo t\u0113tis bija teicis, ka \u0123imenei j\u0101b\u016bt kop\u0101 un kop\u0101 ar\u012b j\u0101brauc. T\u0101 m\u016bs salika ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101, aizveda uz Talsiem. Pirmo nakti pavad\u012bj\u0101m arestantu telp\u0101. Atceros, kad biju maza, es bie\u017ei nakt\u012bs murgoju, ka pazaud\u0113ju savus vec\u0101kus. Ar\u012b taj\u0101 nakt\u012b \u0161is sapnis bija kl\u0101t. Tad, kad m\u016bs otrreiz izveda, es nesp\u0113ju tam notic\u0113t. Man \u0161\u0137ita, ka tas ir tas pats murgs, ka t\u0101 nav \u012bsten\u012bba. No r\u012bta m\u016bs aizveda uz \u0161\u0137iro\u0161anas punktu R\u012bg\u0101, t\u0113ti ielika cit\u0101 kamer\u0101. M\u016bsu kamer\u0101 bija sievietes, b\u0113rni, jaunie\u0161i, vald\u012bja cietuma re\u017e\u012bms: p\u0113c komandas veda uz tualeti, dien\u0101 konvoja pavad\u012bb\u0101 veda pusstundu pastaig\u0101ties.<\/p>\n \u0100rija Peil\u0101ne (Ozola)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101 bija slapj\u0161 pavasaris, m\u0113s g\u0101j\u0101m uz skolu k\u0101j\u0101m, aizg\u0101j\u0101m l\u012bdz skolas kalni\u0146am, skrien meitenes pret\u012b \u2013 neejiet uz skolu, tur visus ved uz Sib\u012briju proj\u0101m. M\u0113s pa me\u017eu aizskr\u0113j\u0101m uz m\u0101j\u0101m. M\u0101sa g\u0101ja pa ce\u013cu, kad m\u016bs veda proj\u0101m, vi\u0146a bija ieg\u0101jusi me\u017e\u0101 un palika m\u0101j\u0101s. Onkulis ar\u012b bija ieg\u0101jis me\u017e\u0101, bet v\u0113l\u0101k izn\u0101ca un aizbrauca \u0123imenei l\u012bdzi.<\/p>\n Atn\u0101c\u0101m m\u0101j\u0101s, visu pekel\u0113j\u0101m. Krievi t\u0101 ar\u012b pateica: jums j\u0101brauc uz Sib\u012briju, \u0146emiet z\u0101\u0123i, cirvi \u0146emiet l\u012bdzi.<\/p>\n Tanti ar meit\u0101m ar\u012b aizs\u016bt\u012bja, onkulis aizbrauca. Aizveda l\u012bdz Tomskai, tur t\u0101ds sadales l\u0113\u0123eris Asino, diezgan ilgi dz\u012bvoj\u0101m, kam\u0113r Ob\u0101 iziet ledus. Mums visiem bija j\u0101parakst\u0101s, ka esam ats\u016bt\u012bti uz Sib\u012briju, lai celtu lauksaimniec\u012bbu. Mums bija j\u0101lau\u017e celmi, j\u0101z\u0101\u0123\u0113 ba\u013c\u0137i.<\/p>\n S\u0101k\u0101s navig\u0101cija, un m\u016bs ar liellaiv\u0101m veda pa Obu, tad pa Ketu l\u012bdz \u017digalovkai un t\u0101l\u0101k ar zirgiem 10 vai 15 km.<\/p>\n Tur bija j\u0101str\u0101d\u0101 kolhoz\u0101, j\u0101lau\u017e celmi, j\u0101z\u0101\u0123\u0113 ba\u013c\u0137i, j\u0101baro lopi, j\u0101sien bar\u012bba un vakaros j\u0101iet uz rij\u0101m \u2013 tur k\u016bla lab\u012bbu ar zirgu ku\u013cma\u0161\u012bnu, un m\u0113s ar rok\u0101m v\u0113t\u012bj\u0101m. \u0160itas \u0101rpr\u0101ts, k\u0101 tad miegs n\u0101ca.<\/p>\n Tur nevar\u0113ja m\u0101c\u012bties.<\/p>\n Inta P\u0113tersone (Bleija)<\/strong><\/p>\n Kad 1949. gad\u0101 izs\u016bt\u012bja otrreiz, m\u0113s bij\u0101m saliku\u0161i savas mantas koferos, s\u0113d\u0113j\u0101m un gaid\u012bj\u0101m. Tom\u0113r tas pag\u0101ja secen. N\u0101kamaj\u0101 gad\u0101 p\u0113c J\u0101\u0146iem es v\u0113l biju pie draudzenes aizskr\u0113jusi, n\u0101ku m\u0101j\u0101s, skat\u0101s \u2013 s\u0113\u017e no pagasta sekret\u0101re un m\u0101te teic, ka mums j\u0101brauc atpaka\u013c uz Krieviju. Es dom\u0101ju, ka vi\u0146a joko, bet bija no pagasta pien\u0101cispazi\u0146ojums, ka tr\u012bs dienu laik\u0101 j\u0101sak\u0101rtojas. P\u0101rdot neko nevar\u0113ja, tas bija tikai t\u0101, piekl\u0101j\u012bbas p\u0113c. Mamma st\u0101st\u012bja, ka vi\u0146ai esot nekaun\u012bgi pied\u0101v\u0101ju\u0161i par savu naudu braukt atpaka\u013c uz to pa\u0161u vietu, kur bij\u0101m pirmo reizi. Mamma bija diezgan lepna, teica, ka to nedar\u012bs, lai ved. Otrreiz m\u0113s nok\u013cuv\u0101m turpat Krasnojarskas apgabal\u0101, bi\u0161\u0137i t\u0101l\u0101k uz zieme\u013ciem, tur bija Biri\u013cusu rajons. J\u0101teic, ka otr\u0101 izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161ana, m\u016bsu nometin\u0101juma vieta un attieksme bija cita, jo taj\u0101 s\u0101d\u017e\u0101 \u2013 krievu cilv\u0113ki ir d\u0101sni un atv\u0113rti, vi\u0146i m\u016bs neuz\u0146\u0113ma k\u0101 fa\u0161istus. No r\u012bta pamod\u0101mies, nakt\u012b m\u016bs tur nolika gul\u0113t \u0161\u0137\u016bn\u012b, no r\u012bta g\u0101j\u0101m mekl\u0113t aku. Visa s\u0101d\u017ea bija izn\u0101kusi \u0101r\u0101 uz ce\u013ca, un katrs mums kaut ko deva \u2013 cits divus kartupe\u013cus, cits puslitru piena, kam\u0113r aizg\u0101j\u0101m l\u012bdz akai, spainis jau bija pilns pirmajai \u0113dienreizei. Par maizi m\u0113s sap\u0146oj\u0101m, ka var\u0113tu k\u0101ds ats\u016bt\u012bt k\u0101du sausi\u0146u, bet nebija, kas s\u016bt\u012btu. Palika jau da\u017ei, bet t\u0101du bija maz. Tante, pie kuras es dz\u012bvoju, reiz\u0113m kaut ko ats\u016bt\u012bja, bet vi\u0146a laikam neizprata to, ka m\u0113s gaid\u0101m. Reiz\u0113m bija t\u0101, ka par darbdien\u0101m deva medu, reiz izsniedza spaini ar medu, ko mamma ar br\u0101li bija nopeln\u012bjusi, bet maizes nebija. Maizi deva divsimt gramus dien\u0101, kop\u0101 ar pelav\u0101m.<\/p>\n Biruta Penkule (Ulpe)<\/strong><\/p>\n 1949. gada 10. mart\u0101 atbrauca br\u0101l\u0113ns un pazi\u0146oja, ka 25. mart\u0101 m\u016bs neaiztiks, ka m\u016bsu likteni lems v\u0113l\u0101k. 26. mart\u0101 bija j\u0101dibina kolhozs, sieva bija zootehni\u0137e, g\u0101ju vi\u0146ai pal\u012bg\u0101. Nodz\u012bvoj\u0101m l\u012bdz rudenim, ziem\u0101 str\u0101d\u0101ju me\u017e\u0101 par traktoristu. Ruden\u012b sa\u0146\u0113m\u0101m zi\u0146u, ka m\u016bs var atkal izs\u016bt\u012bt.<\/p>\n Visvaldis Pilvers<\/strong><\/p>\n Otrreiz\u0113j\u0101s izve\u0161anas laik\u0101, 1949.gad\u0101, es neatceros, ka b\u016btu \u012bpa\u0161i raud\u0101jusi. Cik tad es tai Latvij\u0101 biju pirms t\u0101s Sib\u012brijas. Mamma bija palikusi tur, ar mammu satikties grib\u0113j\u0101s. Kaut k\u0101da t\u0101da vienaldz\u012bba da\u013c\u0113ji p\u0101r\u0146\u0113ma. Un tur m\u0113s bij\u0101m vair\u0101ki no Pl\u0101\u0146iem, vair\u0101kas \u0123imenes no viena pagasta. Tas varb\u016bt t\u0101 k\u0101 tuvin\u0101ja un mierin\u0101ja. Man atmi\u0146\u0101, ka biju t\u0101das vienaldz\u012bbas p\u0101r\u0146emta. M\u016bs aizveda ar vilcienu l\u012bdz Asinas stacijai. Mamma bija Tjuhtet\u0101 un p\u0101rmeta mums, ka vi\u0146ai tom\u0113r bija sare\u017e\u0123\u012bt\u0101k tikt lauk\u0101 no Tjuhtetas, jo tos \u010detrdesmit pirm\u0101 gada izs\u016bt\u012btos uzskat\u012bja par liel\u0101kiem gr\u0113ciniekiem. Mammai ilgi g\u0101ja t\u0101 sarakst\u012b\u0161an\u0101s, kam\u0113r vi\u0146ai iedeva at\u013cauju atbraukt uz Tomskas apgabalu. Mums atkal bija ne\u0113rti \u2013 k\u0101 tad m\u0113s pamet\u012bsim t\u0113va br\u0101\u013cus, vi\u0146i abi bez \u0123imen\u0113m. K\u0101 tad m\u0113s pamet\u012bsim vi\u0146us Sib\u012brij\u0101 vienus pa\u0161us neapr\u016bp\u0113tus un neapg\u0101d\u0101tus.<\/p>\n Viss notika t\u0101pat k\u0101 1941.gad\u0101, tikai ar to at\u0161\u0137ir\u012bbu, ka bija pavasaris. Ar zirgiem brauc\u0101m l\u012bdz ce\u013cam, pa kuru brauca automa\u0161\u012bnas. Sib\u012brij\u0101 v\u0113l bija \u0161\u0137\u012bdonis. Ar kaman\u0101m brauc\u0101m pa to sniega putru. Mums veca tanti\u0146a no citas \u0123imenes s\u0113d\u0113ja kura\u017e\u0101. T\u0101 tur, nabadz\u012bte kliedz br\u0113c, ka \u016bdens n\u0101k vezum\u0101 un ka vi\u0146a ir slapja, bet ved\u0113ji jau to ne\u0146\u0113ma v\u0113r\u0101.<\/p>\n Nek\u0101das at\u0161\u0137ir\u012bbas nebija. Bet gadu gait\u0101 dz\u012bvo\u0161an\u0101, sal\u012bdzinot \u010detrdesmit pirmo gadu ar \u010detrdesmit dev\u012bto gadu \u2013 t\u0101s nav sal\u012bdzin\u0101mas Sib\u012brijas, t\u0101s ir divas piln\u012bgi at\u0161\u0137ir\u012bgas Sib\u012brijas. Jo \u010detrdesmit dev\u012btaj\u0101 gad\u0101 tom\u0113r \u0123imenes bija kop\u0101, un tad jau vairs nebija kara apst\u0101k\u013ci, lai gan nek\u0101das bag\u0101t\u012bbas tur s\u0101d\u017e\u0101 nebija. M\u0113s tad bij\u0101m kolhoz\u0101. Tad jau m\u0113s visi bij\u0101m pieaugu\u0161i, str\u0101d\u0101j\u0101m. Br\u0101lis… Tur vi\u0146us \u013coti veikli izveidoja par traktoristiem. Es str\u0101d\u0101ju k\u0101 uzskaitvede traktoru brig\u0101d\u0113, bet traktoru brig\u0101de skait\u012bj\u0101s valsts uz\u0146\u0113mums, un tiem graudus deva vair\u0101k nek\u0101 parastiem kolhozniekiem, t\u0101 ka tur m\u0113s bij\u0101m iztiku\u0161i. Par badu visp\u0101r nav ko run\u0101t. Mamma atbrauca, neatceros tikai, cik t\u0101lu. M\u0113s brauc\u0101m uz I\u013cjanku vi\u0146ai pret\u012b. To es tie\u0161\u0101m vairs neatceros, un nav vairs, kam pavaic\u0101t. Bet vi\u0146a ierad\u0101s. T\u0101d\u0101 dzi\u013c\u0101 kolhoz\u0101. Tjuhtet\u0101 jau bija pa\u0161iem vidusskola. Tur, kur m\u0113s bij\u0101m, k\u0101dus 20 kilometrus no rajona centra, mums nebija skolas… Pirm\u0101s 4 klas\u012btes laikam tur bija gan. Kas tad nu divdesmit gados vairs, t\u0101dos apst\u0101k\u013cos… Nu, nezinu, bet par skolo\u0161anos man nebija domas.<\/p>\n Savus kusto\u0146us jau s\u0101k\u0101m ieg\u0101d\u0101ties. Dz\u012bvoj\u0101m Tomskas apgabala Ze\u013canskas rajon\u0101. M\u016bs izmitin\u0101ja pa m\u0101ji\u0146\u0101m, p\u0113c tam ar laiku nopirk\u0101m savu m\u0101ji\u0146u \u2013 t\u0101du mazu b\u016bdi\u0146u ar salmu jumtu. Blakus no salmiem uzmeistaroj\u0101m k\u016bti\u0146u goti\u0146ai un siv\u0113nam.<\/p>\n Astr\u012bda Prauli\u0146a (Stale)<\/strong><\/p>\n 1949.gada izve\u0161ana \u2013 t\u0101 notika, kad v\u0113l bija ziema. M\u0101te st\u0101st\u012bja, ka vagon\u0101 k\u0101da meitene kautr\u0113j\u0101s iet nok\u0101rtoties, un vi\u0146ai pl\u012bsa p\u016bslis. Aizg\u0101ja boj\u0101. Galapunkt\u0101 k\u0101dai sievietei bija s\u0101ku\u0161\u0101s dzemd\u012bbas, atsauca \u0101rstu. Ierad\u0101s \u0101rsts sal\u0101p\u012bt\u0101s dr\u0113b\u0113s, tad nu m\u0113s redz\u0113j\u0101m to nabadz\u012bbu. Sievieti iznesa \u0101r\u0101 no vagona uz palagiem, zem klajas debess, un s\u0101k\u0101s negaiss. T\u0101di bija necilv\u0113c\u012bgie apst\u0101k\u013ci. No Krasnojarskas t\u0101l\u0101k m\u016bs: latvie\u0161us, lei\u0161us, igau\u0146us, Pievolgas v\u0101cie\u0161us veda ar ku\u0123i uz s\u0101d\u017eu. Dz\u012bvoj\u0101m barak\u0101s, vair\u0101kas \u0123imenes kop\u0101. M\u0101tes g\u0101ja darb\u0101. M\u0101t\u0113m lika parakst\u012bt 3% Valsts oblig\u0101cijas, bet nebija naudas, komandants saka, ka vi\u0146as laikam slikti str\u0101d\u0101, ka naudas nav. Izsauca priek\u0161s\u0113d\u0113t\u0101ju, skat\u0101s – m\u0101tei 900 izstr\u0101des dienas. Naudu par padar\u012bto nedeva. Zem iero\u010diem lika parakst\u012bties. \u0112d\u0101m lopbar\u012bbas rau\u0161us – tik gar\u0161\u012bgi k\u0101 konfektes. Bet v\u0113l\u0101k izn\u0101ca saind\u0113ties, dab\u016bj\u0101m dizent\u0113riju. Pievolgas v\u0101cie\u0161i m\u016bs iem\u0101c\u012bja \u0113st suslikus \u2013 gar\u0161o k\u0101 putna ga\u013ca, nek\u0101da vaina. Ar\u012b balandas, n\u0101tres. T\u0101s \u0113d\u0101m ne tikai m\u0113s, bet ar\u012b viet\u0113jie. Cep\u0101m n\u0101tru rau\u0161us, v\u0101r\u012bj\u0101m balandu zupu. Varb\u016bt tas pal\u012bdz\u0113ja zobiem – man ir jau 65 gadi, bet v\u0113l visi person\u012bgie zobi. Sib\u012brijas r\u016bd\u012bjums, vitam\u012bni.<\/p>\n Imants Re\u0137is<\/strong><\/p>\n Bet 25. mart\u0101, kad biju jau p\u0101rn\u0101kusi no skolas, un kr\u0113sloja, s\u0113t\u0101 iebrauca viet\u0113jie \u2013 atkal izve\u0161ana. Aizveda uz Skrundu, salika lopu vagonos un \u2013 prom uz Sib\u012briju. Jutos briesm\u012bgi, visu sapratu un apzin\u0101jos \u2013 man jau bija \u010detrpadsmit gadu. Brauciens ne ar ko neat\u0161\u0137\u012br\u0101s no 1941. gada. Vien\u012bgi “adrese” cita \u2013 m\u016bs izs\u016bt\u012bja uz Omskas apgabala Molotovas rajonu.<\/p>\n Viet\u0113j\u0101 s\u0101d\u017e\u0101 m\u016bs nometin\u0101ja pie krieviem. Bet p\u0113c gada uzc\u0113l\u0101m pa\u0161as sev nelielu b\u016bdi\u0146u, kur\u0101 dz\u012bvoj\u0101m l\u012bdz 1956. gada rudenim. Abas ar mammu str\u0101d\u0101j\u0101m kolhoz\u0101, peln\u012bj\u0101m maiz\u012bti, jo tur bija tikai \u010detrgad\u012bg\u0101 skola, bet es \u010detras klases jau biju beigusi. Str\u0101d\u0101ju uz traktora piekabes.<\/p>\n Vect\u0113vs un vec\u0101m\u0101te s\u016bt\u012bja mums paci\u0146as \u2013 spe\u0137i un \u017e\u0101v\u0113tus \u0101bolus.<\/p>\n Mamma rakst\u012bja vismaz asto\u0146us l\u016bgumus, lai mums at\u013cauj atgriezties m\u0101j\u0101s, bet to atteica.<\/p>\n \u0100rija Rezevska (Gobzeme)<\/strong><\/p>\n 1949. gad\u0101 25. mart\u0101 gais\u0101 juta, ka nupat atkal notiks. \u0145emot v\u0113r\u0101 iepriek\u0161\u0113jo pieredzi, viss bija sakr\u0101m\u0113ts. Paldies Dievam, gar\u0101m. Nu gar\u0101m \u2013 gar\u0101m, \u013coti labi. Br\u0101lis jau bija apprec\u0113jies, str\u0101d\u0101ja se\u0161gad\u012bgaj\u0101 skol\u0101 k\u0101dus10 kilometrust\u0101l\u0101k par skolot\u0101ju, abi divi ar sievu. Tur bija pa div\u0101m klas\u0113m vien\u0101 istab\u0101. Vien\u0101 bija 1. un 3., otr\u0101 2. un 4. klase. N\u0101k 15. augusts. Atbrauc piedz\u0113ries milicis ar zirgu un aizved mammu. Es biju taj\u0101 br\u012bd\u012b aizg\u0101jis uz upi zvejot.<\/p>\n -Kur\u0101gad\u0101 tas bija?<\/p>\n – Tas bija \u010detrdesmit dev\u012btaj\u0101 gad\u0101. Atskrien audzin\u0101t\u0101ja, ar\u012b latviete, saka \u2013 skrien fiksi uz m\u0101j\u0101m! Es ieskrienu \u2013 mammu jau ved pa durv\u012bm \u0101r\u0101 uz ratiem. Es saku: \u2018\u2019Mamma, ko man dar\u012bt?\u2019\u2019 Vi\u0146a saka: \u2018\u2019D\u0113ls, ej vai nu br\u0101\u013ca vai pie radiem, ko es varu zin\u0101t.\u2019\u2019 \u0160is, t\u0101ds gal\u012bgi piedz\u0113ries k\u0101 lops, gal\u012bgi piln\u0101, sab\u013cauj. Vi\u0146am cepure nokrita, mamma v\u0113l pac\u0113la, iedeva, t\u0101da “fura\u017eka”. Parast\u0101 vi\u0146u fr\u0101ze: \u2018\u2019P\u0113c div\u0101m dien\u0101m mamma b\u016bs atpaka\u013c, tu vari nekur neiet.\u2019\u2019 \u0160ito es jau dzird\u0113ju \u010detrdesmit pirmaj\u0101 gad\u0101, ka p\u0113c div\u0101m dien\u0101m m\u0113s apvienosimies ar t\u0113vu. Es dom\u0101ju \u2013 te nav ko dar\u012bt. Tur bija k\u0101di10 kilometri, es pie br\u0101\u013ca. Br\u0101lim sieva st\u0101vokl\u012b, tas nu neb\u016btu nekas, ne tur mana vaina, k\u0101 saka. \u0160\u012b saka \u2013 br\u0101li ar\u012b pa\u0146\u0113ma taj\u0101 pa\u0161\u0101 dien\u0101. Ko nu dar\u012bt? Eju atpaka\u013c uz b\u0113rnunamu. Dom\u0101ju, p\u0113c k\u0101d\u0101m dien\u0101m b\u016bs j\u0101iet uz Il\u016bksti atkal pie krustm\u0101tes. Da\u017eas dienas audzin\u0101t\u0101jas par mani g\u0101d\u0101ja. Visas audzin\u0101t\u0101jas mammu dikti ieredz\u0113ja. Direktrise bija krievu\u0161ka \u2013 Ludmila Borisovna, bet t\u0101da \u013coti cilv\u0113ciska, pret mani, pret mammu \u013coti labi iztur\u0113j\u0101s. P\u0113cp\u0101risdien\u0101m taisos, kr\u0101m\u0113jos iet atpaka\u013c pie krustm\u0101tes. Uzreiz par\u0101d\u0101s br\u0101lis. Vi\u0146u atlaidu\u0161i. Kur tu iesi? N\u0101c pie manis. T\u0101 es aizg\u0101ju pie vi\u0146a. Dz\u012bvoju pie br\u0101\u013ca. Br\u0101lis man tagad ir skolot\u0101js, eju 4. klas\u0113. Br\u0101lis k\u0101d\u0101 13. vai 14. decembr\u012b aizved sievi\u0146u uz Il\u016bksti uz dzemd\u012bb\u0101m. T\u0101s m\u0101jas saimnieks, kur\u0101 bija skola, ien\u0101k, pasauc br\u0101li pie sevis. Ien\u0101k v\u0113l p\u0113c k\u0101da laika \u2013 visi pa m\u0101j\u0101m, lasieties! Ja skol\u0113nus lai\u017e m\u0101j\u0101s, kur\u0161 nepriec\u0101jas. Moment\u0101 aizbir\u0101m visi pa m\u0101j\u0101m. Br\u0101lim bija t\u0101da m\u0101jkalpot\u0101ja, \u010dakla sieviete. Es atn\u0101ku m\u0101j\u0101s, skatos, br\u0101lis brauc ar ratiem un viens milicis l\u012bdzi. Man jau t\u0101 joc\u012bgi paliek. Mamma ar\u012b aizbrauca dro\u0161k\u0101 ar milici. Bet gro\u017ei ir br\u0101\u013ca rok\u0101s. Nodom\u0101ju \u2013 varb\u016bt, ka ne. Ien\u0101k vi\u0146i abi divi iek\u0161\u0101. Br\u0101lis saka: \u2018\u2019Mani arest\u0113, ved\u012bs prom.\u2019\u2019 Pa\u0113da pusdienas, ar\u012b to milici pabaroja. Milicis gan visu laiku dievoj\u0101s. Vi\u0146\u0161 bija t\u0101ds puspolis, puslatvietis. Vi\u0146\u0161 saka: \u2018\u2019Tu man piedod, Romuald. Es neesmu vain\u012bgs. Ja tev izdosies atgriezties, es tev b\u016b\u0161u lab\u0101kais draugs.\u2019\u2019 Vai tas n\u0101ca no sirds vai ne, to es nezinu, tas uz vi\u0146a sirdsapzi\u0146as. Katr\u0101 gad\u012bjum\u0101 pa\u0113da, iedeva l\u012bdzi, ko var\u0113ja iedot, un aizbrauca.<\/p>\n Teodors Rubenis<\/strong><\/p>\n Pien\u0101ca 1949. gads, agri no r\u012bta man sit pie loga, lai es \u0123\u0113rbjos. \u0100r\u0101 st\u0101v \u010dekists \u0101das m\u0113tel\u012b un v\u0113l k\u0101ds sve\u0161ais \u2013 lai es \u0146emot rakst\u0101mo un n\u0101kot l\u012bdzi. Dom\u0101ju, ka mani izved otrreiz. Mani aizveda uz kaimi\u0146u m\u0101ju. Tur man lika rakst\u012bt visu, ko vi\u0146i dikt\u0113ja, man bira asaras, jo to \u0123imeni veda prom… P\u0113c tam visu nakti kaimi\u0146i zaga, nesa prom no t\u0101s m\u0101jas visu, ko sp\u0113ja aiznest… lopus, mantas \u2013 t\u0101pat k\u0101 pie mums, Kal\u0113tos. V\u0113l\u0101k, p\u0113c m\u016bsu izve\u0161anas, tante bija aizbraukusi uz Kal\u0113tiem, iedevusi v\u0101cie\u0161iem zosi, v\u0101cietis n\u0101ca tantei l\u012bdzi, un no kaimi\u0146iem dab\u016bja atpaka\u013c visus mums nozagtos sugas lopus, un viens otrs kaimi\u0146\u0161 v\u0113l ar\u012b k\u0101vienu sa\u0146\u0113ma.<\/p>\n Vienreiz ierodas pie manis \u010dekists. Pra\u0161\u0146\u0101ja, vai esmu bijusi izs\u016bt\u012bta, kas bijis mans t\u0113vs. Es teicu, ka t\u0113vs bija zemnieks. Vi\u0146\u0161 saka, ka es melojot, jo mans t\u0113vs n\u0113s\u0101jis formu. Es paliku nikna un teicu \u2013 ko tad j\u016bs man pras\u0101t, ja jau visu tik labi zin\u0101t? \u010cekists man lika iev\u0101kt zi\u0146as par pagasta priek\u0161nieku \u2013 ko vi\u0146\u0161 dar\u012bjis v\u0101cu laik\u0101… Es atteicos. Teicu \u2013 gan jau atrad\u012bsies citi, kas zin\u0101s visu. P\u0113c 2 dien\u0101m vi\u0146u atrada sabrauktu pie m\u0101jas \u2013 it k\u0101 ma\u0161\u012bna bija uzbraukusi virs\u016b.<\/p>\n Herta Sedola (Ka\u013ci\u0146i\u0146a)<\/strong><\/p>\n …Otro izs\u016bt\u012b\u0161anu es jau atceros \u013coti labi, to es varu st\u0101st\u012bt ilgi. T\u0101 izn\u0101ca, ka mamma pa\u0161n\u0101v\u012bbu neizdar\u012bja, dom\u0101ju, ka vi\u0146u Dievs pasarg\u0101ja no t\u0101da so\u013ca.<\/p>\n M\u0101te atn\u0101ca un pasauca mani no klases \u0101r\u0101. Es atn\u0101cu m\u0101j\u0101s, vi\u0146a lika, lai es aizeju p\u0113c Georga. Bija neliela kravas ma\u0161\u012bna, k\u0101 d\u017eips, vajadz\u0113ja pusstundas laik\u0101 sav\u0101kt mantas. Mamma zin\u0101ja, ka ikviena manta var noder\u0113t. Sagriez\u0101m audumus, \u0101tri uz\u0161uv\u0101m maisus, samet\u0101m visu iek\u0161\u0101, kas mums bija. M\u0101te pras\u012bja konvojam, vai tas j\u0101\u0146em, tas teica: \u2018\u2019 \u0145emiet l\u012bdzi visu! \u2018\u2019 m\u016bs aizveda uz \u0160\u0137irotavas cietumu.<\/p>\n Kamera bija pilna, nebija, kur nogulties. Tur bij\u0101m ilgi, vismaz ned\u0113\u013cu. M\u0113s bij\u0101m kop\u0101 ar sieviet\u0113m. Cilv\u0113ki bija laim\u012bgi, kad vi\u0146us izsauca, ka brauks t\u0101l\u0101k, jo tur gaisa nebija.<\/p>\n M\u016bs ies\u0113din\u0101ja restot\u0101 vagon\u0101,- speci\u0101li noziedzniekiem. Kupejas p\u0101rtais\u012btas, logs sl\u0113gts. Kur ir koridors, tur logi ir, bet staig\u0101 konvojs,. Durvis bija sl\u0113gtas un restotas, ja t\u0101s aiztaisa, tad visp\u0101r neko neredz. Konvoji bija da\u017e\u0101di.<\/p>\n Vagoni tika iek\u013cauti vis\u0101dos sast\u0101vos. Pirm\u0101 pietura bija Maskava, atkal \u0101r\u0101, iek\u0161\u0101 cietum\u0101, gaidi savu k\u0101rtu. Vienreiz dien\u0101 ieslodz\u012btos izveda uz pastaigu, es pirmo reizi redz\u0113ju Maskavu no jumta.<\/p>\n Otr\u0101 pietura bija Sverdlovska. Tur bija liela kamera. Tur t\u0101 baroja, ka neviens neko nevar\u0113ja ie\u0113st, produkti bija boj\u0101ti. Logi bija uz s\u0113tas pusi, ciet nebija, var\u0113ja paskat\u012bties. Es redz\u0113ju pa sien\u0101m, bet s\u0101kum\u0101 nesapratu, kas tas ir \u2013 bija pap\u012br\u012b\u0161i, ko vilka uz leju un uz aug\u0161u, tikai p\u0113c p\u0101ris gadiem sapratu, ka t\u0101 ieslodz\u012btie apmain\u012bj\u0101s ar inform\u0101ciju.<\/p>\n Tad bija \u013coti \u012bsa pietura Omsk\u0101, tad Novosibirska. Tur bija l\u0113\u0123era tipa cietums, milz\u012bga plat\u012bba. Mums bija zona, kur bija sievietes ar b\u0113rniem. Pa nakti laikam pat netais\u012bja ciet, m\u0113s staig\u0101j\u0101m, kad bija labs laiks, m\u0113s p\u0113c t\u0101m viet\u0101m jut\u0101mies pat\u012bkami.<\/p>\n Restotajos vagonos bij\u0101m atkar\u012bgi no konvoja, no t\u0101, k\u0101da vi\u0146am attieksme. Atceros, ka konvojam nepatika \u2013 br\u0101lis skat\u012bj\u0101s log\u0101. Vi\u0146\u0161 vienreiz pateica, kad neklaus\u012bja, tad aizcirta durvis.<\/p>\n Tomsk\u0101 \u2013 katru reizi vajadz\u0113ja nodot mantas \u2013 m\u0101tei atrada p\u0101ris rub\u013cus naudas, vi\u0146ai draud\u0113ja, ka liks karcer\u012b. Re\u017e\u012bms bija stingrs.<\/p>\n B\u0113ni to dz\u012bves realit\u0101ti neuztver t\u0101, k\u0101 vec\u0101ki, vi\u0146iem bija gr\u016bt\u0101k nek\u0101 mums.<\/p>\n Sergejs Vahramejevs<\/strong><\/p>\n Nakt\u012b no 24. uz 25. martu, k\u0101 jau \u010deka visu dara nakt\u012b, atkal nakt\u012b vienos ien\u0101ca m\u016bsu istabi\u0146\u0101 \u010dekists Galkins ar liel\u0101m pagon\u0113m, Erna Korba un divi \u0161\u0137\u012bbacaini zald\u0101ti\u0146i ar \u0161tikiem. T\u016bda\u013c lika sa\u0123\u0113rbties. Man t\u0101 bilde nost\u0101j\u0101s priek\u0161\u0101: viss, ko es esmu izg\u0101jusi. Es biju 7 m\u0113ne\u0161us st\u0101vokl\u012b. Es zaud\u0113ju sama\u0146u. Korba bija likusi izvilkt mani virtuv\u0113. V\u012brs bija izvilcis mani virtuv\u0113, nolicis uz kr\u0113sliem un iznesis manas dr\u0113bes, savas dr\u0113bes un vienu segu un spilvenu. Laikam, kur mani uzlikt. Kad es n\u0101cu pie sama\u0146as, vi\u0146\u0161 man \u0101va k\u0101jas. Korba l\u012bm\u0113ja ar baltiem pap\u012briem ciet istabas durvis. Es paskat\u012bjos apk\u0101rt \u2013 it nek\u0101 vair\u0101k. Es teicu: “Dievad\u0113\u013c, at\u013caujiet man pa\u0146emt b\u0113rnam dr\u0113b\u012btes! Man b\u016bs b\u0113rns.” Korba teica: “Tavam kuc\u0113nam dr\u0113b\u012b\u0161u nevajadz\u0113s.” Galkins jau st\u0101v\u0113ja pie \u0101r\u0113j\u0101m durv\u012bm un teica: “Korova o\u010dnulasj.” Korba atbild\u0113ja: “T\u0101das nespr\u0101gst.” Atst\u0101ja m\u016bs zald\u0101tu uzraudz\u012bb\u0101 un pa\u0161i aizskr\u0113ja p\u0113c n\u0101ko\u0161iem upuriem.<\/p>\n Un t\u0101 1949.gad\u0101 atkal s\u0101k\u0101s mans ce\u013c\u0161 uz Sib\u012briju, \u0161oreiz uz Tomskas apgabalu, un aizveda m\u016bs atkal ar ku\u0123i uz Parabe\u013cu. Tur piedzima mana meita Taiga. Tur m\u0113s nodz\u012bvoj\u0101m 8 gadus un atkal brauc\u0101m atpaka\u013c uz dzimteni., kaut m\u016bs neviens \u0161eit negaid\u012bja. Man nebija neviena tuvinieka.<\/p>\n Jausma Za\u0137e (Podegrade)<\/strong><\/p>\n Es latvie\u0161u valodu jau biju praktiski aizmirsusi. Es atgriezos, non\u0101cu b\u0113rnu nam\u0101. No turienes mani pa\u0146\u0113ma mammas m\u0101sa. Tad- 1947. gad\u0101- mamma, drosm\u012bga b\u016bdama, atmuka uz Latviju. Es varu tikai apbr\u012bnot, k\u0101 vi\u0146ai tas izdev\u0101s, vi\u0146a dz\u012bvoja bez dokumentiem , neleg\u0101li. Tad vi\u0146as m\u0101sa atdeva mammai savu pasi un ar vi\u0146as pasi mammai laim\u0113j\u0101s te nodz\u012bvot divus gadus. 1949. gad\u0101 latvie\u0161i vi\u0146u nodeva, un mamma kop\u0101 ar m\u0101su non\u0101ca cietum\u0101, vi\u0146u noties\u0101ja uz tr\u012bs gadiem,un gan mammas m\u0101sas b\u0113rni, gan es praktiski palik\u0101m uz ielas. M\u0101jas iedz\u012bvot\u0101ji mani pavad\u012bja uz Mat\u012bsa cietumu. Toreiz man bija 12 gadu, un to es atceros \u013coti spilgti- k\u0101 aiz manis aizcirt\u0101s smagie cietuma v\u0101rti, vien\u0101 pus\u0113 palika raudo\u0161ie radi, bet es- maza meiti\u0146a ar ragavi\u0146\u0101m paliku iek\u0161pus\u0113. Esmu pateic\u012bga sargiem, kas mani uzreiz neveda uz kameru, bet at\u013c\u0101va palikt uzgaid\u0101maj\u0101 telp\u0101, l\u012bdz atveda mammu. Mammu atveda vakar\u0101, un es visu dienu gaid\u012bju, ne \u0113dusi, ne dz\u0113rusi. Bija jau kr\u0113sla, kad atveda mammu. L\u012bdz \u0161im br\u012bdim es nakt\u012bs uztr\u016bkstos no z\u0101baku r\u012bbo\u0146as pa dzelzs k\u0101pn\u0113m, smago dzelzs durvju trok\u0161\u0146a, man acu priek\u0161\u0101 mazie dzelzs lodzi\u0146i, pa kuriem iel\u016bkoj\u0101s sargi. Kamera- tum\u0161a, dr\u016bma, divst\u0101vu n\u0101ras un \u0161ausm\u012bga smaka, jo st\u016br\u012b st\u0101v\u0113ja \u2018\u2019para\u0161a\u2019\u2019. Kamera bija pilna ar cilv\u0113kiem, pa lodzi\u0146u var\u0113ja redz\u0113t tikai debesis. M\u016bs dzina uz tualeti, reizi dien\u0101 mums pusstundu bija pastaiga. T\u0101 m\u0113s tur bij\u0101m divas ned\u0113\u013cas. Pa etapu m\u016bs s\u016bt\u012bja uz n\u0101ko\u0161o apme\u0161an\u0101s vietu. Nezin k\u0101d\u0113\u013c m\u016bs s\u016bt\u012bja uz Orlu. M\u016bsu \u2018\u2019komp\u0101nij\u0101\u2019\u2019, ar kuru kop\u0101 m\u016bs nemit\u012bgi p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012bja, bija 4 sievietes un 2 b\u0113rni. Parast\u0101 p\u0101rs\u016bt\u012b\u0161ana notika nakt\u012b \u2013izsauca ar mant\u0101m un nakt\u012b speci\u0101los vagonos- \u2018\u2019Stolipina vagonos\u2019\u2019 maz\u0101s kameri\u0146\u0101s, sabl\u012bv\u0113ti s\u0113d\u0113ja ieslodz\u012btie. Par gul\u0113\u0161anu nebija ne runas, b\u0113rni bija mamm\u0101m kl\u0113p\u012b. Orl\u0101 iebrauc\u0101m no r\u012bta. Cauri pils\u0113tai m\u016bs veda va\u013c\u0113j\u0101 ma\u0161\u012bn\u0101, st\u016bros s\u0113d\u0113ja sargkareivji ar su\u0146iem. Visi cilv\u0113ki atskat\u012bj\u0101s, nevar\u0113ja saprast, kas tie ir par fa\u0161istiem, ko tur ved\u2026 Orl\u0101 m\u0113s non\u0101c\u0101m vec\u0101, sabombard\u0113t\u0101 cietoksn\u012b. Tur m\u0113s satik\u0101mies ar latvie\u0161iem- politiski ties\u0101tajiem v\u012brie\u0161iem. T\u0101 bija dramatiska tik\u0161an\u0101s, vi\u0146i raud\u0101ja, redzot b\u0113rnus. M\u0113s bij\u0101m kop\u0101 k\u0101du pusstundu, tad m\u016bs iz\u0161\u0137\u012bra. Orl\u0101 dz\u012bvoj\u0101m, m\u0113s, \u010detras sievietes un divi b\u0113rni, kop\u0101 milz\u012bg\u0101 kamer\u0101, m\u0113s tur bij\u0101m vieni. Tur bija mazliet br\u012bv\u0101k, b\u0113rnus laida pastaig\u0101t pa cietuma pagalmu. No Orlas uz Maskavu, t\u0101l\u0101k uz Sverdlovsku. Tur bij\u0101m kop\u0101 kamer\u0101 ar krimin\u0101lnoziedzniec\u0113m, bet, paldies Dievam, \u0161\u012bs sievietes pret mums iztur\u0113j\u0101s labi. Vi\u0146as bija pat atsauc\u012bgas. T\u0101l\u0101k nok\u013cuv\u0101m \u010ce\u013cabinsk\u0101, Novosibirsk\u0101, Krasnojarsk\u0101, Kansk\u0101. Katr\u0101 pieturas punkt\u0101 m\u0113s pavad\u012bj\u0101m ap div\u0101m ned\u0113\u013c\u0101m, piln\u012bb\u0101 izbaudot cietumnieku dz\u012bvi. Kansk\u0101 m\u016bs aizveda uz NKVD, noform\u0113ja dokumentus, un teica, ka nu m\u0113s varam iet un mekl\u0113t, kur palikt, kur dz\u012bvot S\u0101kum\u0101 bija gr\u016bti, jo mammai nebija darba, bet p\u0113c tam jau mamma s\u0101ka str\u0101d\u0101t. Vi\u0146a bija ener\u0123iska un nekad \u2018\u2019nenok\u0101ra degunu\u2019\u2019. Otrreiz mums bija daudz viegl\u0101k nek\u0101 pirmaj\u0101 reiz\u0113. No pirm\u0101 izs\u016bt\u012bjuma, no savas b\u0113rn\u012bbas, atceros, ka vienm\u0113r es biju izsalkusi, man vienm\u0113r grib\u0113j\u0101s \u0113st. Otrreiz, lai ar\u012b nebija nek\u0101 cita, bet maiz\u012bte mums bija. Cita lieta, ka p\u0113c \u0161\u012b \u2018\u2019ce\u013cojuma\u2019\u2019 es biju sagrauta mor\u0101li, es gadu nevar\u0113ju pasmaid\u012bt. Sapratu, ka viss, kas man bija dots- Latvija, Dzimtene- viss man ir at\u0146emts. Mums jau ar\u012b teica, ka m\u0113s parakst\u0101mies par m\u016b\u017ea izs\u016bt\u012bjumu. Man bija skaidrs, ka es Latvij\u0101 diez vai atgriez\u012b\u0161os. Cer\u012bba neatst\u0101ja nekad, bet t\u0101 bija v\u0101ja\u2026 P\u0101rdz\u012bvojums, pazemojums, brauciens, mor\u0101li sagr\u0101va.<\/p>\n Inese Stud\u0101ne (Lele)<\/strong><\/p>\n The memories of deportees about March 25, 1949<\/strong><\/p>\n In 1949, a few people were taken away from our classroom, and in the autumn of that same year, mama was arrested and put into prison in Ventspils. In January she was moved to a transfer prison in R\u012bga. They came for me in early January. I was in the 11th<\/sup> grade at school. The infamous KGB agent J\u0101nis Dzintars came to take me away from school and bring me to the Ventspils prison. Luckily, he allowed me to stop at home first.<\/p>\nWe were told that we had fled home illegally and would be sent back to mama. That\u2019s what happened. First I spent a week or so at the Ventspils prison, and then we were put on board a train with barred windows. We were taken to Moscow, where we were put aboard a \u201cBlack Bertha\u201d and taken to Butirki. From there it was a train to Kubishev and a transfer prison. It was simply dreadful \u2013 an old stable with bunks. There was soup made of cabbage leaves and fish heads. Later we met others who said that the next night after we were taken away, criminals broke through the wall and attacked the women who were on the other side of it. They said that the situation was awful and that the guards could not deal with the criminals. I thank God that we were no longer there.<\/address>\nThe next transfer prison was in Krasnoyarsk \u2013 a big, old and terrible place. I was there almost at the same time as mama. Later we were sent further East to Kansk, where I spent an entire month in a single cell with thieves.<\/address>\nFinally, in late March, I was taken to the village of Baikan in the Aban District. It was a tiny village in the taiga with a single street. We were given a small house in which four families lived \u2013 Mr and Mrs St\u016br\u012btis, who were elderly, a young girl who had been deported for a second time, the Br\u012bvnieks family from Ventspils, and us.<\/address>\nI collected sap in the forest. Mama was not sent to work, because it was very hard work, trampling through the taiga with a heavy bucket of sap. I was also afraid of the bears. I saw a bear once. I had a dog with me, and it began to bark loudly. The taiga is lovely only in May, when all of the flowers are blooming and there are not yet any mosquitoes or other insects. Later you had to wear a net over your face, and you could hardly see anything.<\/address>\n Zigr\u012bda Audze<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nUnless I\u2019m mistaken, mama returned from Siberia without permission in 1947. She went to work at the Stende selection station as a technician. She did very well, and the local authorities, who were good acquaintances of my grandfather, tried to do everything possible to make sure that she would not have to return to Siberia. Then, however, the Presidium of the Supreme Council handed down instructions to say that anyone who had left Siberia without authorisation must spend three years in prison. Mama was taken away in 1949.<\/address>\n I was in the 7th<\/sup> grade at the Stende elementary school. I behaved very well and was prepared to join the Komsomol, because I was naive enough to think that in that case I would be able to rescue mama. It was terribly painful. I wept when they put her on board the train. That was the last time that I cried. It was a terrible scene \u2013 mama being taken away as a big criminal among chains of militiamen and dogs. The windows of the wagons were barred, and there were soldiers.<\/address>\n Mama\u2019s arrest did not cause any trouble for me at school, but when I entered a technical school in Kandava, I wrote down a false biography for myself, writing that I had been evacuated, as opposed to being a deportee. The KGB came to check up on us once a week, and every week we had to write a paper called \u201cMy Autobiography.\u201d I always had my fake biography written down, and in a year\u2019s time, the sheet of paper had faded.<\/address>\n Our homeroom teacher was Mr Stiprais. Once he came up to me with a little smirk on his face and said, \u201cGod forbid, don\u2019t forget your biography!\u201d I was worried, but then I understood that the teacher\u2019s brother was a doctor for the Talsi Home Guard. I have magazines from the Home Guard to this very day, and Stiprais determined that I was the son of Commander Aps\u012btis-Ozoli\u0146\u0161.<\/address>\n K\u0101rlis Aps\u012btis-Ozoli\u0146\u0161<\/strong><\/p>\nI was scared throughout my life. That never stopped. I don\u2019t know whether it was real or unreal fear, but there was no certainty that the process might not be repeated. You were so scared that you remained frightened all your life. Memories slowly faded away, but when the National Renaissance began, it all came back to me, and it was even more difficult. I have no children, perhaps because of the fear. In 1949, my grandmother and grandfather were very worried, we had packed our things. By that time people sensed things and knew a few things. We had already dried some bread. We were waiting and afraid, but God be praised, the deportation passed us by.<\/address>\n Vineta Auzi\u0146a (now Vi\u013cumsone)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nMommy came home in 1948. She was suffering from tuberculosis, but in 1949 she was arrested once again and sent to Krasnoyarsk. My brother and I were not deported for a second time. Mama died in hospital in a distant place in 1952. A Latvian nurse sent us her wedding ring.<\/address>\n Baiba B\u0113rzi\u0146a (now Gaisa)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/address>\nIn 1949, I was living with my uncle and attending elementary school. There were three other children from Siberia in my class. I remember Rita Remeika. In the spring, we had an exam, and the teacher saw that Rita was not there. She told a boy to run to her house and see what was happening with the girl. He came back to say that she had been taken away. At night I heard people banging on the downstairs door, which was always locked at night. My uncle and I stood in our little room and listened as heavy footsteps climbed the stairs past our floor. Thank God, I was not taken that time, and I never faced danger again.<\/address>\n My sister returned in 1951. Mama moved to Parabel, and from there she sent my sister to Novosibirsk by plane. When she got to the railroad station, she only had enough money for a ticket to Zilupe. She bought the ticket and decided that if she had to, she would walk from Zilupe to R\u012bga. On board the train, she met some soldiers who, upon learning that she had to get to R\u012bga, hid her, and that\u2019s how she got home.<\/address>\n Izolde Baltakmens<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nMy younger brother, my mother and my father, who had become very weak at the concentration camp, arrived in 1946. I asked for land and got 15 ha to farm. Father was elected chairman of the kolkhoz. My brother entered the technical school in Kazdanga in 1947, and I did the same one year later to study agronomy. In March 1949 we were both arrested at school and deported for supposedly having returned home illegally. We spent time in lots of prisons, but our whole family was there. We were sent to the Far North, to Turkhansk, where there were mostly kolkhozes of hunters and fishermen. We were lucky to end up at the centre of the district, where there was a station for experimentation.<\/address>\n Edv\u012bns \u0100bele<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nMama was a teacher in Sloka. In 1949, I learned that she\u2019d been arrested. I ran to the militia station in Dubulti and wanted to give her a package. I saw her face behind a small window, and I began to weep. \u201cRemember what father once said,\u201d she said to me. She was sure that the deportation would be different. A tall man in uniform entered the building and asked the man behind the desk about me. He looked at me, understood that I was mama\u2019s daughter, and quietly told me to get lost. That\u2019s what I did. After that we passed each other on the way to work every morning and for more than 15 years in J\u016brmala.<\/address>\n Hel\u0113na Bergt\u0101la (now Koziorova)<\/strong><\/address>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nI moved to a factory in Novikov. The Liepi\u0146\u0161 family was there with three children. The children were sent to a brother in Latvia, but in 1949 the brother was deported, the children ended up in an orphanage, and the mother lost her mind.<\/address>\n L\u016bcija B\u0113rzkalna<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nMama was arrested in 1949, but nothing could be proven, and so she was released. I was living with my relatives. I was in school in 1949 when someone came for me in class and told me to get dressed and come along. Mama was weeping at home about being deported again, but I was a child, and I was delighted that I would see my old friends again. I was delighted to go along. I remember how at the ministry mama wept and told me to ask an officer who was with us to let us go. I understood nothing, but it would have been entirely in vain. Mama was in a dead end \u2013 she\u2019d already been there, and now she was being shipped back.<\/address>\n I remember everything about the second deportation. I remember how kind Russians were. There was an ox-drawn cart behind the bars. Mongolians guarded us. I remember a day when a Russian soldier whose tour of duty had ended came to the train, pushed the Mongolian aside, and told him to open the door. The Mongolian said no, he wasn\u2019t allowed to do so. The soldiers shoved him to one side and told me to come out of the cage and go with them. There were three or four soldiers, and they sat me down. They knew that the son was not responsible for his father\u2019s sins, as they\u2019d been told. They fed me, took me back, and told the Mongolian that it would go badly with him if anything happened to the boy. I remember how we were taken to Novosibirsk \u2013 more than 1,000 people. There were guards with dogs all around. We were taken to Kolima, where deportees had been housed since the tsarist era. I remember old women standing on the side of the road and making the sign of the cross.<\/address>\nMama told me that I approached one of the guard dogs, thinking that it was an ordinary animal. It was good that the guard yanked the dog away. I wasn\u2019t afraid, I was phlegmatic. After the second deportation, all of the women were put in prison, and most of the children ended up at an orphanage. Mama and I were sent to the same place from which we\u2019d fled. I told my Siberian friends all about Latvia. People from home sent us packages. Local children had never seen the candy that I got. I talked about apples and other fruit, and their jaws dropped. We were allowed to receive on package from home once every six months in Siberia. Mama had left some clothes and paintings at home. We asked our relatives to sell them and send us the money. Then life became easier.<\/address>\n Valdis Bl\u016bms<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>The second deportation occurred in 1949. The five of us hid in the forest. The owner of the homestead died, and I went to help to chop up needles. The house was encircled. I was glad that I had left my gun at the cattle shed. I dumped the bullets into a laundry basket. They arrested me along with my father\u2019s mother, who was 86. My brother stayed in Latvia. We were taken to the station at In\u010dukalns, where I met my future wife. The commandants were afraid that I would try to run away again, and so I had to check in with them each morning.<\/address>\n Miervaldis Buks<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nThe 1949 deportation was another tragedy. Our school was in the same building as the parish centre. In the morning we saw lorries driving down the road, and we were not allowed to approach the building. Soldiers came with the parish elder to call out names. My sister and I decided to flee. We were not about to return to Siberia. In the evening, my grandfather\u2019s brother, R\u016bdis, opened the dormitory door and called for us. My sister began to scream: \u201cNo, we\u2019re not going!\u201d It turned out that our grandmother had sent him to fetch us so that we would all be together.<\/address>\n The next morning, the parish elder, Paegl\u012btis, came with a Russian officer. My grandmother\u2019s surname was Za\u0137is. Inta looked at the papers which were on the kitchen table and said that they had the wrong Za\u0137is family. We were from the S\u012b\u013ci homestead, and they were looking for the Za\u0137i family from the Za\u0137\u012b\u0161i homestead. They had fled, but Paegl\u012btis needed to arrest a certain number of people. Inta repeated her statement to the officer in Russian, and he told Paegl\u012btis that a mistake had been made. Paegl\u012btis elbowed Inta and hissed, \u201cShut up, little girl.\u201d We were not taken away, however. That\u2019s how we were saved.<\/address>\n I finished high school in C\u0113sis and decided to become a lawyer. I filled out all of the paperwork at the university and did not hide the fact that I\u2019d been in Siberia. The deputy dean, Oto Gr\u012bnbergs, said to me: \u201cNo, no, young lady. You will not be admitted to the law school with such a history. I\u2019m putting you with the economists.\u201d He also dictated my new history to me. I became an economist.<\/address>\n Ilze Broka (now Kr\u016bmi\u0146a)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>Then came 1949. Gun\u0101rs Kl\u016b\u0123is and I were in the same class. He was a year older than me, but he had lost track of his education in Siberia. One day a man came into the class and asked Gun\u0101rs to come with him. After class we learned that Eduards and M\u0101ra had also been taken. It was terrible. I went home, and my uncle started to pack up clothes and food. I couldn\u2019t sleep at night. I heard every vehicle and was so very nervous. At school I started at the door and was startled each time it opened. Fate, a guardian angel or a good person spoke up for me, and I was protected. The Kl\u016b\u0123is family later told me how awful it had been. They\u2019d been sent to one prison after another. Eduards said that in order to keep their things from being stolen, he held the sacks in his teeth. They were taken back to their mother. She was so surprised when she received her children\u2019s clothes. My mother also waited to see what would happen to me, but thank God, I was not deported a second time.<\/address>\n Valija C\u012brule (now Nu\u0137e)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>The deportation of 1949 arrived. My uncle was mending some shoes. Militiamen came dressed in military uniforms, and we called them men with a stick on their heads, because that\u2019s what the uniform looked like. They beat up my uncle and broke his ribs and skull. \u201cWhere\u2019s your brother?!\u201d He lost conscience. I was so scared that I couldn\u2019t speak. My aunt ran for help. My uncle was left there, and they departed. That was on March 25, 1949.<\/address>\n Q<\/strong>: Were they looking for your father?<\/p>\n Yes. Where was my father? They said that a brother had to know where his brother was. They broke his ribs and skull. He was old, with gray hair, he was very old. It was awful to see and experience all of that. I remember another incident at school. A man came in wearing a militiaman\u2019s uniform or a soldier\u2019s uniform, I don\u2019t recall. He had a gun, and I had to go to the militia to see whether a person who had been shot and then tied to the vehicle and dragged along the ground was my father. Of course, it was not him, but it was terrible for me as a teenager to be taken back and forth as if I were a criminal. What crime did I commit? Why was I being punished? I have felt that all of my life, up to this very day. It\u2019s awful. The memories are terrible. I would not wish that upon my greatest enemy.<\/address>\n Inta Dauka (now Turka)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nI cannot forget. I will never forget as long as I\u2019m alive. The years between 1941 and 1949 were insane. We had to leave our home. A Russian put us in a car and said that we no longer owned anything. We had some fur coats and other things, and everything was taken away. The Russians guarded the vehicle and said that there was no room for our clothes. Oh, how mommy cried! In Siberia she said that if only she\u2019d had one of those fur coats, she would not have been so cold. It was a nightmare. I can\u2019t believe that it happened 60 years ago, it seems like it happened yesterday. It is unimaginable, and I hope that it will never happen again.<\/address>\n Velta Dal\u012btis (now Namav\u012bra)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/address>\n <\/strong>In 1949 we knew that the deportations were coming. I was in the 3rd<\/sup> grade. In the evening someone came to warn us that they were coming for us that night. Mama was ready, she knew that there was nowhere to run. There were vehicles driving around all night, but they didn\u2019t arrest us. They took away our six nearest neighbours. In the morning, on the way to school, we weren\u2019t sure that we would not be taken, as well. The class was half empty.<\/address>\n Mother\u2019s sister and other relatives were deported, but we were not. Until 1950 no one looked for us or arrested us. In March, mama was called in by the KGB in Talsi, and she didn\u2019t come home. She was taken to a prison in Jelgava. My paternal aunt asked to have the children stay with her, and the commander said OK. We celebrated the Summer Solstice with my grandfather at the P\u013cavas homestead. On June 26, he hitched up a cart and took us home. Near the graveyard we met a neighbour woman, Mrs Roz\u012bte, and grandfather left us there. She warned us that the KGB had come for us. We went straight across the field. We were put in a car and taken to Talsi. Gaida Krauja was there. We slept at the KGB, and the next morning we were taken to Jelgava. The mothers were all taken away, and we were put in the Central Prison in R\u012bga. We were all in a big cell for women. By the end of July, we\u2019d been moved to the Brasa prison. Mothers with children who were older than 13 were sent on. I was 11. The 40-wagon train was full in early August, and we were taken away again. My bunk was by the window, and I read out the names of stations which we were passing. We stopped at Omsk, where everyone was put into the sauna, and our clothes were deloused. It was cold in the sauna. Then it was back to the train.<\/address>\n Indulis Egl\u0101js<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n My son J\u0101nis was born on February 25, and on March 25 we were sent back to Siberia \u2013 me with my tiny infant. I spoke Russian, so I worked as a translator. At the kolkhoz in Siberia, I did some work on the fields, but then I became an assistant to the brigadier. We ended up in the Tomsk District, from where we were taken by barge to Krivoshein and then 40 km on to a village.<\/em><\/p>\n The kolkhoz boss was illiterate and always drunk in the morning. We could only think about Latvia. As soon as we were liberated, we were among the first to leave. We rode in an open car on top of scrap metal for 200 km, and it was in December. The train was only departing the next day, and we slept on the floor at the station. We had some dried pork. It was December 1956.<\/address>\n Dainis was born on January 21. J\u0101nis died at the age of one year and nine months, he had pneumonia. My father died in Vyatlag in March 1942. He was 49.<\/address>\n Hilda \u0112gendorfa (K\u0101rklvalka)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nIn 1949 I heard that young people from the Teachers Institute in B\u0113rzaine had been taken away. A few children from our school were also yanked out of class. It was a Friday. At home I saw horses hitched to carts and a militiaman with a gun. I understood everything. A woman said to me, \u201cDo you want to go along?\u201d I felt some braggadocio and snapped back: \u201cIf you\u2019re taking me for free, I\u2019ll go for a second time.\u201d We were all put into the cart, but grandfather stopped at a sacred place and whispered, \u201cBe well, my beloved father\u2019s farm!\u201d Those words are engraved in my heart.<\/address>\n The trip began. I told my grandparents that it would be difficult, but we would survive. A month later we were at a concentration camp in Tomsk, behind barbed wire, of course. I remember the terrible situation in which two or three old and helpless people were left in the wagon. We asked where the train would go, and we were told that it would be filled with cement. We understood that no one needed these old people, these sick and gray-haired Latvian ladies with hands that had done such hard work. No one needed them.<\/address>\n Life at the concentration camp was difficult. Spring came late, the ice did not break up, and we could not travel anywhere by barge. I worked as a translator at an officer\u2019s office, because many of the old people did not speak Russian. I was allowed to visit the officers\u2019 dining room, where I stole bread and brought it to people who were sick. Epidemics broke out, people died, and almost every morning a lorry came for corpses. Luckily, my grandmother survived and managed to return to Latvia.<\/address>\n Once the ice broke up, we were put on a ship and sent to the Far North. There was a little plank to get from the barge to the shore, and at least two people fell into the river and were swept away.<\/address>\n No one needed old people there, either. Representatives of kolkhozes came and wondered about them. When the boss of the \u201cLenin\u2019s Path\u201d kolkhoz came, I told him that my grandfather was a blacksmith, my grandmother was a cook, and they might be of use. We got to a village where we were housed with locals. The Russians did not treat us poorly at all.<\/address>\n Andris Egl\u012btis<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nIn 1949, of course, they came for my grandmother, but her daughter would not allow her to leave alone at her age. My brother and I had to go with her. They came for us at school in a lorry. I couldn\u2019t understand why everyone was crying. On board the train, we read fables by Krilov and laughed. When we stopped, we all went to the bathroom, men, women and children all together, squatting down. I still remember that.<\/address>\n We were taken to Omsk, and no one wanted us. My godmother was 47, and she was with our grandmother and us, the two children. Finally we found a place in the Sherbakulysk District, a village called Larga. We were put into an interesting house with no walls. All of the houses in Omsk were made of cow manure and straw. We had quite a few blankets and pillows, and we fashioned a wall. In the summer my brother, godmother and I built a new wall of straw.<\/address>\n Vija Gaisi\u0146a (Str\u0113le)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>In March 1949 we learned that deportations were going to occur again, but where could we run and hide? We spent a night in the forest, but then mama said enough, she was not going to be wandering around in the woods anymore. We learned then that deportations in our parish would begin the next day. Mama\u2019s sister lived there, and she said that we were on the list. My grandmother had died in late February. The grain had been taken away, and so had the cows. I believe that one cow and one horse remained behind. We were seen as kulaks, because we owned 30 hectares of land. They came for us. Before that spies came to ask whether we had a horse and cart. Mama took apart her sewing machine and brought it along. It was pretty much the same as the first time. Some 20 families were brought to the parish centre. Mama\u2019s sister cooked a bucket of soup for everyone to eat. Five of the children in our 7th<\/sup> grade class were taken. There were 15 of us in the class, ten remained to graduate. There was a shopkeeper\u2019s family which apparently bribed the officials, because in the evening they were let go. It took two days to assemble everyone. Our neighbours were arrested on the last day. They had a disabled child, but they took the child, as well. We were driven to Tukums and put on board a train. The men were not taken away separately this time. One neighbour was brought on a stretcher, he died during the trip. The same wagons, the same hole in the floor, the same porridge and water. There was a stove in the wagon which we fired up, because it was cold.<\/address>\n In Tomsk we were put ashore on the banks of the Oba river. There was a prison camp there. We had to go to the sauna. We passed through long rooms. The police made us sign documents to say that we were voluntarily moving to Siberia for life. We had to undress and wash. There was much dysentery in Tomsk. We lived there until May, when the ice broke up. Then we were put on barges and sailed down the Ob to the old village of Shegarka. Those who knew how to do things were left there, the others were divided up among kolkhozes. There were builders and craftsmen. Mama knew how to sew and got a job as a seamstress. We lived in the club in the centre of the village, and the Russians complained.<\/address>\n Austra Gr\u012bnfelde<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>It was a foggy and early morning on March 25, and I was going to school, but a friend approached me and said, \u201cDon\u2019t go to school today, Ziedonis.\u201d I went back home. Mama had fled from Siberia in 1947. She had a Latvian passport and was registered. She was in Kurzeme with her sister. My mama told her sister to hide in the forest, because there would be deportations. The sister\u2019s husband worked in the forest and gathered firewood. Mama\u2019s sister and her children hid in the forest. A car with two KGB agents and some local activists arrived after awhile. They wrote down everything that was in the house and arrested the owner\u2019s brother and his wife. They were not owners of anything, he was working for his brother. Because the owners weren\u2019t home, they were arrested. A man with a gun came into the bedroom and started to rummage through the night table. He chased me out of the room and stole some money. We\u2019d sold a colt. I didn\u2019t know that mama\u2019s sister had money there, but the ragamuffin Russian took it all. The deportation ended, and then mama\u2019s sister and her children emerged from the forest. They stayed at home, and the next day they had to submit grain to the state. They remained poor and bare, but at least they were in Latvia.<\/address>\n Ziedonis Hagemanis<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nGrandfather and grandmother were deported in March 1949, and my brother and I remained alone. Men came to record our properties. I begged to be left some money for food, and they did. We tried to do things. We decided to continue to go to school, we were used to not having many things. During the summer we worked at the kolkhoz, we mowed the hay. I was small, but I survived.<\/address>\n Alma \u0122iga (Ozola)<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\nIt was March 25, 1949. I didn\u2019t know whether I would get home from school. There were soldiers at the village council. During a break between classes, a former student came to tell me that my brother and his nanny had been taken away. I didn\u2019t have my passport and I decided that whatever happened, it would happen. Soldiers came to the school and took away a teacher. They were waiting for me after class. I went to pick up my sister. We were taken to the sauna in Vies\u012bte, and it was full. Four kids were taken from our class.<\/address>\n We were taken to the Lyubino station in the Omsk District. There were already people there from kolkhozes, looking for specialists. We were taken in horse and ox-drawn carts for a distance of 50 km or so. There were ten carts, we rode all night. In the village of Pavlovka we were given housing. Three families from Vies\u012bte moved into a two-room house. We immediately had to go to work at the kolkhoz. We ploughed the fields and mowed the hay. We planted potatoes. Even people we hardly knew in Latvia sent us packages and money.<\/address>\n Valdis Kalni\u0146\u0161<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>We were arrested a second time in 1949 and taken away \u2013 three of us children and our nanny. I don\u2019t know why they took her, she died there. The deportation was not much different than the first one \u2013 the car, the soldiers, the two or three civilians. There was a woman from the railroad who read out our judgment and told us to pack up. We were taken to a remote train station by J\u0113kabpils. We didn\u2019t move for three days. There was a stove in the wagon, we lit it. There was no firewood, but at stations we were allowed to fetch coal. It was cold and rainy in March in Latvia, but it was still very much winter beyond the Urals in Russia. There was a lot of snow. We were taken to the Sargatka region of the Omsk District, which was around 90 km away, and we rode all night. I had never ridden in such a cart, though mostly we walked because the ox needed to rest. We\u2019d catch our breath at villages. It was cold in the carts. We got to our destination around noon the next day. Everyone looked for housing. Three families lived with an old woman in a house where she gave us one room. We lived there for a year or so and worked for the kolkhoz. In the spring we ploughed the fields with oxen. When it was mowing season, we were away the whole week, because the fields were distant. We cooked soup and porridge there, we also had bread.<\/address>\nZigr\u012bda Audze<\/strong><\/h3>\n
K\u0101rlis Aps\u012btis-Ozoli\u0146\u0161<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Vineta Auzi\u0146a (tagad Vi\u013cumsone)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Baiba B\u0113rzi\u0146a (tagad Gaisa)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Izolde Baltakmens<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Edv\u012bns \u0100bele<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Hel\u0113na Olga Bergt\u0101la (tagad Koziorova)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
L\u016bcija B\u0113rzkalna<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Valdis Bl\u016bms<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Miervaldis Buks<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Ilze Broka (tagad Kr\u016bmi\u0146a)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Valija C\u012brule (tagad Nu\u0137e)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Dauka Inta (tagad Turka)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Velta Dal\u012btis (tagad Namav\u012bra)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Indulis Egl\u0101js<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Hilda \u0112gendorfa (K\u0101rklvalka)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Andris Egl\u012btis <\/strong><\/h3>\n
Vija Gaisi\u0146a (Str\u0113le)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Austra Gr\u012bnfelde<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Ziedonis Hagemanis<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Alma<\/strong> \u0122iga (Ozola)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Valdis Kalni\u0146\u0161<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Arnis Kalni\u0146\u0161<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Vija \u0136\u0113rpe.<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Sniedze \u0136emere (Balb\u0101rzda)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Rasma Liepi\u0146a (L\u012bne)<\/strong><\/h3>\n
K\u0101rlis L\u012bde <\/strong><\/h3>\n